My depression is wierd. It has brought so many of my friends 'out in the open' that I never thought would have it. It has seemed to me to give friends permission to tell me about their episodes and how it affects them. I am not complaining. I just find


My Dark Lodger

My Dark Lodger

Every hour of every day
I struggle with my friend
He sits around and never leaves
I just want it to end.

He hangs around for god knows what
Just to torment me
I just wish he'd go away
I wish that I was free

I put him on a pedestal
And bowed to every whim
He lapped it up and relished it
With nothing back from him.

He makes me feel inadequate
Undermining every word
Every thought I ever have
It always seem absurd

But, here I am, him on my back
Telling me I'm shit
I'll never get, I'll never win
It's my fault, every bit.

But things are changing, I have the strength
To tell him just to leave
His negativity has gone
In me, I now believe.

I feel the worse is over now
I can get on with my life
No more will I hear his tone
Of agony and strife

My lodger has gone and all is still
But for how long, I ask
For I know he will return, no doubt
My lodger, down and dark.









Poetry by pangasius
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Written on 2014-05-19 at 22:29

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Your title made me think of the American show ''Dexter'' and how he calls whatever drives him to be the way he is as his dark passenger... Not the same I know, but that your depression is sort of like an exterior entity is the image that comes to mind with your words here. Describes the battle pretty well, I thought. Good write.
2014-05-21


Nabeela Altaf
This is brilliant! Really liked it, thanks :)
2014-05-20