I call my depression one of two things:
I call it the Phoenix Force when it reigns,
when the full force pushes out of flames;
flames that bring the pain.
Flames that burn money, friendships, and lovers.
Flames that never really cover.
Who I truly an and who I want to be.
I call it Medusa when my feelings turn to stone.
When my numbness takes the the throne.
When my words are as slimy as the snakes coiled on her head.
When my energy is almost dead.
When I feel as though I’m as ugly as she,
When I don’t want people to see.
When I know deep down I’m better than this.
But all I put out is nothingness.
—By Tyrnie Alonso ♦