Depression

Depression is like a prison 
Keeping you frozen while the people you love move forward 
And there’s nothing you can do
You try to join them 
But the whispers in your mind grow so loud 
That even as you clutch your ears to block out the noise 
It bangs inside your head
Because its not a sound 
Its the thoughts in your head
They whisper the most horrible things to you 
Every time you take a step further 
Sometimes they’ll stay quiet and make you feel like you’ve gotten 
Out of their wicked grasps 
But when you think you’re fine
The whispers come back 
“You’re not good enough” 
“You’ll never be happy” 
And all you can do is drown
Because the voices in your head will scream at you when you reach out 
And try to get help 
And you are left to suffer in silence 
Putting on a smile 
When on the inside 
You feel like ripping away your skin 
Because you don’t want to be you 
And you just think 
That if you were to just end it all
Everything will be alright again