Depression

It starts.....
a simple thought
that grows and expands
like a tumour
that eats through my hand

But slips ....
through my fingers
and out of control
a void - expanding- unleashed
and in to my very soul

and thoughts invading
my very being
causing me confusion and doubt
and disturbing my sanity - seeing..

and not knowing, what is real
Is it me ?can you see it in my face?
my fear,everyone's looking
my mind, a sad lonely place.

Paranoia- suppressed
Inadequacies - possessed
Confidence - regressed
Life - stressed

Mind's unable
To cope with life
Thoughts unstable
Cut - with a knife.

The cause of my pain
In need of release
Externalise emotions
Tears flow, but never cease.

Depression
It never ends, with a simple thought,
but invades, like a cancer,
Minds cut
short.

Tiia