Depression.
It boiled up inside of him.
It wasn't anger,
It wasn't hate
But it was sadness.
It was an overwhelming sadness that swallowed him up.
It was monster,
Evil,
Cruel,
Disgusting.
The monster fought him.
He fought the monster.
But guess who won?
The thing, the person, the feeling.
It was black
It was a shadow.
A shadow that never went away.
He loathed the dark,
Hating the feeling of being helpless to its whim.
Hating the way it twisted,
Hating the way it turned,
Hating depression itself.His friends,
Friends of sunlight,
Friends of wisdom
Friends of lightning,
Friends of death.
They couldn't help him.
They weren't able to shine light on his dark.
They weren't able to step into his corner of solitude.
He isolated himself.
He pushed them away.
He distanced himself.
The world screamed his name.
They cried for the Hero of Olympus to come out to them.
It was too much to bear.
His shouters hunched from having burdens.
His eyes sagged from the many losses.
His heart ached for normality.
He ached for the dark to go away.
He wandered a cave of all his feelings.
They led him to the spot he was in.
Guilt.
It ate away at his insides.
It gnawed at the soul.
It bit the heart.
It tore at the spirit.
It burned him alive.
He was nothing but a charred corpse.
Helpless.
Begging, Begging, Begging.
His life was to be put at an end.
He wanted it all to go away.
He knew that Depression had taken its toll, when he woke up,
Without a smile.
He knew it took him when he hated to breathe,
He hated to breathe because he helped others to stop breathing.
And he felt helpless to the feeling.
Depression.
His sea green eyes no longer sparkled.
His pit black hair no longer glinted.
He no longer was himself.
They saw what Depression did to him.
He was a shell of emptiness,
Cold,
Loneliness.
He was Gone.
This poem is SUCKY. I don't even like it and I wrote it! But anyways, shall I continue with the Tragedy series for Percy?
Tell me in the reviews, thanks. And if you do review, which you should, then you get a virtual cookie . Who doesn't want a cookie?
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