Meet My Monsters

I finally figured out a way to describe my depression

The sad thing though is that it’s not always the same so this doesn’t apply every time

I feel like a small child hiding in a corner of a dark room from their drunk abusive parent 

Afraid to make a sound because dad just came home from the bar with an empty bottle in hand with me knowing what’s coming next

Tears streaming down my face 

Holding my mouth closed 

Because I know what happened when I’m found

But it’s too late 

I’ve been found and forced to live through a never ending pain each and every day of my life 

Walking around trying to hide the fact from others of the abuse every night when my monster comes out to play

You see, me waiting and hiding in that corner trying not to make a sound and being afraid

That’s my anxiety that’s constantly with me that won’t go away no matter how hard I try 

And that drunken abusive parent attacking me every night

Well that’s depression 

If you want to know how I feel 

Here you go because this is the best way I can explain it