There's something comforting about when it gets bad again. I don't know how to explain it. How even though it is hell it's my hell. I find comfort in my depression. It's a place I've known for so long. I like my curtain being closed I enjoy the way my bed holds me when it gets bad. The way the darkness is always there. I love the way I cry. How my pillows always catch my tears. I fear getting bad again but when I'm there it feels so good. Maybe I'm just crazy. But I like it when the world loses its colour. When nothing seems real. It makes me feel like nothing fucking matters and I love that.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
