mental health

Depression.
A form of oppression,
caused by you, only you.
It messes with your mind,
leaving all happy thoughts behind.
it is the fuel to a car,
it on the wrong path drives you far,
you need to apply the brakes
what ever it takes.

Time seems to freeze for you
Yet it's moving at a highspeed phase
When you look beyond yourself
You have been left behind a long time ago
Shake off the callouses and scars
Wake up and move onward

Confused to why the sun has set in the room you call comfort.
Though no comfort has been present since.
Emotions are still
Feelings be mixed
You eat to survive and still you feel empty

I will be ok and the thought is affixed
Charientism language we are betwixt
Of each weaving trick......
The dosage is wrong, nothing is working
Hands always either shaking or jerking
Not to mention the shadows lurking...

Lurking Thoughts Of A Weakened Darqueling.
Dripping Blaque Blood On Hellish Carpeting.
Fretting N A Sanitarium.
Consortium Of Evil Consorting Of Things Most Diabolical.
Devil & She-Devil, Have Mated: Their After Laughter.
Cower, As Their Cherished Darqueling Now Blossoms & Blooms With The Beauty Of Heightened Power.