Laying in my bed I feel it begin again

Same song and dance

I lay my head down on the pillow and the tentacles of depression start to emerge

They wrap themselves around me. Staining everything they touch with their black tar.

They pull me in closer and closer.

One is slowly wrapping around my mouth.

They are slowly crushing my ribs. I cant breathe.

Everynight its the same.

Call me Ms. Jekyle and Hyde

During the day I smile through the pain. Still feeling the tentacles from my depression

They fight to pull me to the ground

Some days they are just tentacles

Others they have a knife 

They cut me up. Guess you can call me Sally

Each day noone knows what I go through

When I say what I am feeling I am told to suck it up.

Its the worst battle I have been facing

It seems endless.

The worst part is noone sees my fight

Noone can see my enemy; its invisible

I shout. I swear. I sweat. I cry. I fall down.

Just to get back up and do it the next day

All until the day I die.

Guess invsible illnesses are my husband.

Till death do us part.