Depression

What's going on?
What's wrong with my head?
Why can't I think?
Why do I feel impending dread?

Everything is jumbled and foggy.

I hear these voices.
    Strange...
    Disembodied voices...

Telling me I'm worthless.
    Useless.
Telling me it's pointless.
    Fruitless.

I don't deserve the life I'm living.
I don't deserve the love I'm given.
I don't deserve the smiles I'm seeing.
I don't deserve to be forgiven.

Pollution.
Poison.
Pain.

No.

Peace.
Power.
Persistence.

I deserve forgiveness.
I deserve happiness.
I deserve amorousness.
I deserve consciousness.

It's not fruitless.
    Or pointless.
I'm not worthless.
    Or useless.

I hear these voices.
    I tell them...
    Shut the fuck up!

Everything is clear and neat.

I won't be consumed by impending dread.
I will clearly think.
I know now what's wrong with my head.
I know what's going on.

VILE DEMON
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD