I decided to write a poem about my struggle with depression and anxiety. I'm getting help for it now, I'm taking medication. This poem's about how it was like before.
They say you will serve your count… They say you’re the good guy They say that killing is justified They say it’s a just cause It’s all a lie
In the dark I stand waiting for my prey I blend with the shadows Unable to be found No one sees me
Once upon a time, You and all your kind lived undern… Had ridges for ribs that dropped o… As if an excavation crew were hire… And while the world above you inve…