skelleton

Unsure and cowered in a corner
Always teetering on the brink.
Something’s still gnawing at me
But I can’t seem to think of a thing.

Curled into myself,
Scared out of my mind
Closed fists, I’m hiding something.

Too terrified to tell anyone
Of this thing that’s choking me.

The voice in my head
It won’t let me be
Whispering obscenities,
It’s drowning me.

I can’t. I can’t. I can’t go on.

This emptiness inside me
Consuming from the core
Destroying hope
Eating away at me.

Covered in blood
The voice that’s in my head,
The one who’s killing me.

He assures there’s no light
and no hope for a brighter tomorrow,
While I’m drowning in my sea.

Marred flesh is all I have
I stand alone against myself.
A single. Thing to hate.

The voice who’s in my head
She’ll never let me be.
Whispering obscenities,
It’s suffocating me.

I can’t. I can’t. I can’t continue-
With my voice, screaming at me.

I don’t hope for a light tomorrow
Because my dark’s destroying me.

This hollowness, consuming,
Breaking down my soul
My bleakness will be here forever.
Slowly eating away at me.

I can’t. I can’t. I can’t go on.
I promise, I’ll be gone
Before the sun

I’ve fought against you-
My. Fucking. Mind.

We scream with mettle and blood,
Mettle and blood.
Destroying me.

These scars, these scars
They wont settle the score.
And you-jubilant inside me,
Screaming-this is a war.

And I’m loosing this battle.

No hope, no hope
So please tell me,
What is there to look for?

There’s a war going on inside me
We’re fighting tooth and nail.
I scream: This is a suicide!
I reply: This is my war!

And I’m loosing these battles.

I can’t. I can’t. I won’t go on.
I’ve given up now,
She’ll have finished
Before dawn.

Marred flesh
That’s all I see.
Evidence of the fighting
That is. Consuming me.

This emptiness inside me
This scarred flesh on the out
I peeled away this skin
To hide.

And now I’m just a skeleton
With shattered bones
A skeleton who is drowning in the sea.

A skeleton with a voice that’s killing me.
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This spilled out of my head the other night. I feel like this sometimes, honestly, it's the best description I can give of my depression. Most of my poems are like this, what d'you think?