I walked into the darkness.
It was unseasonably warm and still.
My eyes scan the nothingness
in front of me searching for
anything to release tears
I've been holding back.
Anything. Anything.
Something. Something.
Give me enough reason
to grieve what I never had.
Mourn the loss of a ghost--
the life I am too scared to reach for.
The chance of a risk paying off.
I cannot risk it--
there's
a long way down
and no net to catch me.
Push back. Put on a smile.
Happiness is bittersweet.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryWith some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type out my thoughts regarding my depression, struggles within day-to-day life, and random thoughts I have, perhaps there is a chance for them to become something more than a fleeting...
