Depression

They said that I was worthless

They said that I was ugly

They told me I would never amount to anything

Though these words were spoken by bullies years ago

They still rage inside my head

While they were laughing

I was dying inside

While they were enjoying life

I thought about ending mine

They

Taunted

Kicked me

And beat me

They called it fun

I called it hell

Years later I have gotten better

I open up more

But I still have a hard time trusting people

Part of me still thinks

Everyone just wants to make me the joke

That everyone does not care about my feelings

I know that is not true

But that is what happens

With depression

I still hear the voices of the bullies

Calling

Taunting

Ringing inside my head

Day after day

Those memories seem to play

Like a never ending movie