This chapter is inspired by the song "inside out" by duster. It's a song I've listened to a lot recently and find familiarity in. Note: this is a vent chapter
Linger
There's something about depression that makes you feel like an apple with a rotting core.
It starts off with things not feeling quite like they used to, maybe you write more sad poetry, or no poetry at all.
Soon you find yourself doing less than you used to, it's not because you don't want to see your friends or spend an afternoon on that art project, it's because no matter what you do, the feeling isn't shaking.
The sense that things don't fill you up quite like they used to doesn't leave, it doesn't even take a breath.
This feeling becomes so exhausting that you'd do anything to change it, anything at all.
But soon time passes and the sense that nothing is quite like it used to be doesn't seem to leave.
You know this tiredness will pass, but that doesn't stop the rainy nights.
Love letter
Everyday that passes is a love letter to the child I once was.
Everyday I try to make him proud of the man he'd one day become.
YOU ARE READING
Letters from sixteen
PoetryA poetry book I wrote during periods of my life with many different facets. I wrote about happy moments, addiction, and trauma, the book becomes more depressing as it goes on. I choose the title "letters from sixteen" to capture how I wanted to capt...
