There is a darkness inside me.

A weight with a chain.

It is always there. 

Even when I pretend to smile,

Even when I pretend to laugh.

There is a darkness inside me.

It continually tries to crush me.

It pulls me down.

It drowns out the light inside.

Now I can't see who I am.

There is a darkness inside me.

It makes me think thoughts.

Hurtful and angry thoughts.

But the thoughts aren't my own.

And they plauge my mind.

There is a darkness inside me.

It makes me immobile.

It makes me sad.

It makes me angry,

And I don't know why.

There is a darkness inside me.

I do not want it to win.

I cannot let it win.

I fight every moment to keep it at bay,

But I am getting tired.

There is a darkness inside me.

I fight it every day.

It is not me,

But it is always there.

I'm in the middle of the ocean,

isolated and utterly alone,

drowning and choking on the harsh waters

while everyone else is miles away on the shore.

 I call out for help,

but my please are muffled from the brackish water

They tell me to swim, hold myself up

For God's sake, at least try and save yourself from sinking.

 But they don't understand,

It is so hard for them to comprehend me.

It is hard for me understand myself.

 There is a darkness inside of me,

that I cannot describe;

a monster that steals

my joy,

my love,

and the memories that I cherish.

Destorting my dreams into nightmares,

and my nightmares into reality.

 It robs me of everything I possess,

and leaves in its wake

destruction, emptiness, and darkness.