depression
I feel like I am empty.
No more to give as I gave it all away.
Crying is for the weak.
I am beyond it, yet I feel it come on me.
I hate feeling like this.
Devoid of emotion, yet bounding with it.
I have lost so much, yet gained new perspective.
Depressed.
Dark and dank is the place I dwell.
The pit of despair is only big enough for one.
I live and breathe the dark place.
We are interchangeable.
In a way I relish in it.
I feel primal and instinctual.
As if I am ready to defend with everything I have.
To protect myself with deadly force.
its hard to imagine how I got here.
I know someday it will make sense... just not now.
No more to give as I gave it all away.
Crying is for the weak.
I am beyond it, yet I feel it come on me.
I hate feeling like this.
Devoid of emotion, yet bounding with it.
I have lost so much, yet gained new perspective.
Depressed.
Dark and dank is the place I dwell.
The pit of despair is only big enough for one.
I live and breathe the dark place.
We are interchangeable.
In a way I relish in it.
I feel primal and instinctual.
As if I am ready to defend with everything I have.
To protect myself with deadly force.
its hard to imagine how I got here.
I know someday it will make sense... just not now.
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