Villanous Beast

This is my personal description of anxiety and depression when I was going through some really tough stuff.

What does it feel like?

Like something is constantly chasing you.

What does it sound like?

Like a thousand voices talking inside your head, arguing.

What does it look like?

Like a beast with one eye tearing apart your soul.

What does it taste like?

Like a flame under your tongue.

It’s a beast full of villainous deeds

A volcano ready to ignite and burst at any moment

The edge of a cliff, high on the mountain.

The mountain I thought I could climb.

It feels empty sometimes

Like nothing was there or has been there

A room in which one utter breath could cause chaos

Even a breath under the silence of all things

It roams my world

Saying hello, but never goodbye.

It takes its time

Claw by claw

Hour by hour

I always think something can save me

Like an internal God of my world will destroy the beast.

But nothing ever appears out of the clouds

Which bring me the harsh lightning and heavy mournful rain.

Having an umbrella hover over my head

I angle my head down

So that the rim of the hat covers my face

So the beast may not catch me

But once it does catch me

I must pay all my debts

All the debts from the yesterdays.

Author's Note

When I was writing this, I just wrote what was on my mind. I didn't care about grammar or flow.

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