I Dreamt I was gone 

I dreamt that I was gone 

I’m not sure if I was missing  

Or if I had died 

But I saw everyone I knew was sad and scared 

They were wondering how they were supposed to go on 

Without me 

I know that this dream reflects reality 

So tell me why do I so rarely feel like it’s true 

Why do I feel like I wouldn’t be missed 

That my death or absence would be a reason for celebration 

Why does it fell to me  

Like I wouldn’t be missed 

When I know the opposite is true 

Why do I believe the minds my mind presents 

I know they’re not my own thoughts and are from outside of myself 

They’re twisted lies pushed upon me by depression 

They’re oppressive thoughts foisted upon me by my demons 

I know they’re meant to drag me down back into the mire 

So why do i let them 

How do you throw off the oppression of thought 

How do you free yourself from the chains that bind 

When the chains are your own 

When you’ve never seen a key 

It begins with the slow but steady rebuttal of the lies foisted upon you 

It ends when the lies have no power any longer 

Days, weeks, months, or years down the road 

It’s not easy fast work 

It’s slow and it’s arduous 

With you mind and your demons shouting and fighting all the way 

Till you’re able to raise your own voice above the discordant cacophony 

And shout your own symphony above theirs 

That you are loved 

You are worth it 

You are happy 

You are full of love 

You will be missed and are missed when you’re not around 

You’re not too much you’re just enough 

One day it wont be just a distant dream it will be the constant reality in your mind