distant rather than near
yet the voices, loud and clear
confusion and fear
plays the mind, till the eyes tear.
what was this all about?
why the body so distraught?
despite battles physically fought
it was the mental self the demons sought
the depression devoured me at fourteen
the social anxiety overwhelmed me in the fifteen
the inferiority that grew at sixteen
the suicidal state of seventeen
there was a moment of recovery
but then the demons raged in fury
making the doctors in a hurry
because relapse, no longer a thought so blurry
backed against the wall
left with just a deafening call
and no one believing i was about to fall
so then, i lost it all.