By: Aimee Lewald

Depression grabbed her around the throat

and watch as the life slowly left her

dull grey eyes.

The sadness was like anchors

tied to her wrists and ankles

slowly dragging her

deeper and deeper; drowning her.

Her mind was a war zone

fighting against herself,

the enemy.

She wished to escape this god awful torture,

but this was all in her head.

She's afraid of the monsters

living under her bed

or in the closet,

but the monsters you see

live within her.

I just sit and watch

as she slowly gets teared apart

piece by piece.

Wondering quietly to myself,

how someone so perfect,

filled with so much beauty,

and seemed so happy

be filled with such sadness,

insecurities, and

hatred towards themselves.

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