The Pain I Felt

If depression was a school

I attended most classes

If anxiety was a teacher

She actually taught me in high school.

I have really lost faith in myself

The only way to a break is my pen on my right hand,

Unleashing my thoughts in every man's language

Letting the world know how I really feel down there.

My world stinks

I can no longer think.

Devil is watching over me

I always wanted to be at my best,

Abolishing my past

Installation of my very presence,

But all together

Devil on my shoulder.