And when the silence is so loud it yells at you.
When you're so empty, it tears you apart.
Everything's so cold, every cell in your body hurts.
And you can't see yourself in the dark anymore.
Then you're already named after her.
No sound, no voice, no music can help you forget what she whispers to you day after day.
There is nothing and no one that can still fill or fulfill you to dispel this yawning emptiness within you.
It is no longer possible for a ray of sunshine or a spark of heat to break through the delicate layer of frost that covers your dead skin.
And no one can really see you anymore. In all that darkness that surrounds you.
You're already trapped.
In your quietest moments, she calls for you, shouts your name, screams at you.
It nests in your heart, spreads in your chest, crawls through your bloodstream, fills every part of your body.
In your soul, she makes it snow. No delicate little snowflakes. They're heavy, frozen drops that freeze your breath before it even leaves your lungs.
In every inch of your body, she's making that storm rage. Wrap it all up. Suppress any chance of light.
You already hold her hand.
And when you feel her bony hand in yours and ask her for her name, she will bow to your ear.
Her breath tickles your skin. Her scent goes up your nose. Everything seems so familiar.
She sounds like an old friend.
The sound of her voice gives you goosebumps.
She promises to never let go of your hand again. To be with you all the time. She says she understands you, you can trust her.
And you long for it. After her. After security, after understanding and then finally arriving.
You want to be her friend. And then you ask her again.
She's laughing softly. Her lips are almost touching your ear.
You're shivering. And before she even says it.
You know her name.
It reads:
Depression.
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Plucky Thoughtfullness
PoesíaIn the world we live in, thoughts get lost. Not because they want to disappear, but because we're too afraid to think them. Some are naughty, some forbidden, some simply unwanted. We don't want to think them. We can't. We don't have the time to. We'...
