Depression
I feel
is creaping over.
Waiting for the help
that will come
next month.
So far away
Another month
'till then.
How will I
make it
that long?
I'm lost.
Drowning
in my own mind.
Unable to escape.
One place
of shelter
a strange place
to hang.
Why do I want to?
It feels safe
no one comes
afraid of the place
as its name
scares most.
For me
its comfort
and I know her
all too well.
