Mirrors and Demons

I can't seem to find myself,
No, I can't find anybody else.
I can look in the mirror,
But it's not me that I see.
It's just like I'm wasted,
But I can feel everything.
And I can't see a thing,
But I can see this light.
I don't wanna feel a thing,
But I can feel these chains wrapped around my throat.
It's almost like I can breathe,
But I can feel the water rising.
I'm just searching for someone,
But I can't see anyone.
They pull at my limbs 'till I'm numb
I'm surrounded by mirrors and demons,
And they think they can fix me.
But how are they supposed to help me if I can't help myself?
They keep giving me medicine,
They keep giving me pills.
I'll drink the pain away,
Sometimes, I hope I can stay this way.
It's almost like the dream is done,
But then I can see those bright lights.
Why can't they see this is killing me?
They keep trying to help me,
But I don't need their help.
I've got a drink and a drug,
And that's all I need.
I'm surrounded by mirrors and demons,
Can someone get me out of here?
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So, this poem is about depression. I suffer from depression and this is how I feel on a daily basis. It's take so much effort to even get out of bed and put some clothes on. My mum sends me to a therapist and my doctor keeps giving me medication that I don't want. I just want to find a way out. I always feel like everyone is suffocating me. So, I do something to relieve the pain(Hence, "I've got a drink and a drug.") and I fall asleep, hoping that I stay that way. I feel like everyone is against me, and that I'm stuck in a room full of mirrors, but it's not me that I see. I hope some of you can relate. Comment and tell me what you think!