You whisper in my ear when I’m sleeping
Your whisper is a roar when I’m awake
You tell me horrible, awful things
And sometimes I believe you
Today I believe you, even though I know you’re a liar
Our wits are evenly matched
But you know me better than I know myself
You know where all of the wounds are
And you know how to lie
You lie with the truth, but twisted and deformed
You may be as smart as I am
And knowing me better may give you the advantage
You know what truths to twist
And what lies I’ll believe.
I gave you all the power
But I will beat you.
Because I know your true face
You’re a part of me to be tamed and controlled
I know your lies and when my mind calms down
I can see the kernels of truth for what they are
I will win for my children
I will win for my wife
I will win for my friends
I will win for my life
© 2012, Corey Feldman. All rights reserved.
You did an amazing job of capturing truly what the ghost of depression in your head is like. Despite knowing better you always still hear that voice echoing in your head and we’re all just trying our best to keep it silent.
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Thank you. For me Depression and anxiety are mixed. They speak with the same voice. Thank you for your comment it’s a nice reminder that I’m not alone in this.
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