Disease

A Poem by Ashes

I randomly get inspired sometimes I work, and this is a result of one of those times

Depression
Stripped her of her pride
Her dignity
Her self-esteem

Depression
Gave her a need
for a knife
On her skin
Gave her a desire
To die

Depression
Took everything away
Her friends
Her interests
Her dreams

Anxiety
Left her scared
Paranoid
Of people
Of places

Anxiety
Told her it was never good enough
SHE was never good enough
She would fail
Everything
Always

Bipolar
Took her sleep
Raced her thoughts
Made her manic
Seemingly crazy

Therapy
Helped her "cope"
Gave her skills
But never
Peace of mind

Medication
Made things "manageable"
Sometimes
But only sometimes

Sickness
With not solution
No cure
For it cannot be conquered
Only just barely tamed