There is a beast that follows me
At times so small you can barely see
At times so big it’s all I can see
At light he gives me cease
At night he steals peace
Thoughts run wild and free
The opposite of me
Thoughts strangle and hold back
I just wanna sit in the black
Thoughts weave and grow
I tell myself NO
NO I won’t be victim to this fucking beast
There is a vivid beauty in this poem. Sometimes this depression feels as though there is a different conscious inside of me. Directing me towards decisions that aren’t in my best interest. This was shared to me by a friend. And it has me thinking about my own demons.
Behind The Suit 