Some days doing anything seems physically wrong, but doing nothing seems mentally wrong.
It's not a glorious battlefield of choices where I'm winning. It's a bloodbath, and I am but a spectator.
It's impossible for you to understand the horrible burden of depression.
I do not want you to hold me and tell me everything will be alright.
I want this burden to be gone.
I don't want to be drowning every second of the day knowing that trying to swim to the surface is futile.
Then I try anyways, because no one else is going to try to save me.
No one else is going to try to save me.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
