Fighting Depression

I feel like a stranger in my own body
Like someone is within me
Controlling my thoughts and imagination
It has me taking drastic actions
Like my huge size shrinking
So in my body it comfortably fits in
For why I'm i so obsessed with kicking the bucket
Trying to lose weight with chocolate and chips in my pocket
Most times i wish to vanish to oblivion
No real peace after i lost my religion
I'm popping more than 12 pills a day
They taste horrid but i can throw them away
My Dr. can't help change how I feel
With me this thoughts are in for the kill
A dark cloud hangs over my head
;depression
For a proper description I'm yet to find the
right expression
Still writing helps me cope with, in my head the friction
As this is very real not a work of fiction
I stay in awe of folks with unlimited freedom
Cause I'm locked away in an asylum
Where I am fighting with my thoughts
And vocalising words of worth!
That spell out clearly my rights stay alive!