This Monster Called Depression

This monster called depression,
On my strengthless body it feeds,
It makes me want to cut myself,
Just to see how much it bleeds

It crawls into my veins,
And slowly slithers up my arm,
Then it leaps into my ears,
As it begs for me to harm

It swallows all my happiness,
And drains my heart of hope,
Then it smashes at my inner strength,
And it chokes me with a rope

When this monster finally finishes me,
Don't you dare act in surprise!
I hope your conscience eats at you,
As you shower them with lies

You'll tell them that you never knew,
'But she seemed happy,' is what you'll say,
But you knew all along that this monster,
Was tearing at me this way

Now the monster may have ripped and scratched,
It may have stabbed so viciously,
But the one thing that truly tore my soul,
Was knowing that unlike you, it wanted me.