Black darkness
Eyes open or closed there is no difference
Music is blaring and my demons are roaring to be set free
My hands tremble
I am afraid
Afraid of what will happen if they are let loose again
I am scared to relapse back into that deepest part of my depression
I've managed to climb part of the way out of that pit
But the walls crumble
Footholds are unstable
My hands claw for purchase
Desperately gripping the slippery darkness
There are arms reaching down from above to help me but sometimes the dark is too much
Sight is impossible
I cannot climb then...
Sometimes I even slide down a few feet.
All I can do about those moments is wait them out and have faith that those arms will still be there for me to grab when the light returns
But for now
The darkness
YOU ARE READING
My Depressive Mind
ŞiirThis is merely a collection of my thoughts, a glimpse into the insanity that is my mind. Enjoy. *TRIGGER WARNING*
