Depression

I fight and fight the same battles
Against the different demons,
I hold in my head.
I fight and fight, with no backup
No army
No partner,
I am alone
Fighting an enemy
That isn’t really there
I am scared and unprepared.
But I can’t talk about it, not really
Because no one can possibly
Comprehend the darkness in my mind.
not a single person is on my side
They sigh
Saying that I
Have nothing to fight
The demons are my imagination
They aren’t real.
I am making them up
They say
I am exaggerating,
But I get it
I show no battle wounds,
No real scars.
All my wounds are invisible.
They are all in my mind,
My body is clean
But my mind
Is
A
Battle ground.
If you were to take a photo
I’d bet it’d look like world war three,
But not really,
Considering the battle is between
Me, myself and I.
I sigh as my friends and family
Talk as though I am crazy,
As though I am faking it all.
The pain I feel.
They say it isn’t real.
But who are they to say
That a wound in your mind hurts less
Than a cut on your skin.
You’re just making a
mountain out of a molehill
They don’t understand that I know this
I know I have nothing to be afraid of
That I know the demons aren’t real
But it feels like I am swimming,
No. It feels like I am drowning
In the thought that my mind won’t shut off
That I can’t get rid of.
And I can’t help but feel alone
Alone with the voices that hate me as much as I,
Hate myself.
I am fighting a losing battle
Against myself