eyes of a depressed


my monster watches me sleep,
my monster is always with me
hes in my head, my body.
I used to be scared of him,
but now he's like my best friend.
He knows when there is something wrong
he doesn't want me happy.
He makes me feel nothing,
I'm used to this feeling
I've felt this way for six years.
I try and be happy, but I can't
I try and smile, but I can't.
The only thing my monster and I agree on is
death,
wanting it
needing it.
I feel nothing, my monster makes me feel numb.

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