The Unwanted Stranger

There's a stranger who visits my house at night.

That stranger who is silent, yet loud at the same time.

The one who creeps and invades my thoughts

just to stay there and cause confusion in my decision-making.

The one who makes me not want to live, yet not want to die.

She makes me feel like I'm drowning, except I see everyone around me breathing.

When she's around I only see the world in black and white.

I feel so beaten down by my symptoms, that I socially withdraw.

But I am tired of her.

I am tired of the devil in her.

I am tired of the stranger who makes me feel so disconnected from myself.

I'd be at a total loss of who I am because of her.

One night she visited, it was like there was no more air left in the world

And I was gasping, and I was panicking.