You know those nights where you need somewhere to cry, to just be alone?
But your bed is far to comfortable for the emotion you're feeling
Your body craves somewhere that requites the pain and tears.
Sometimes I choose to wedge myself in between the plastic slide my Father built for me as a child.
Being outside with the cold air gives me a sense of freedom to breath, something that I can rarely find in my lungs.
Other times I find myself pressed against my wooden closest floor with hot tears stinging my cheeks.
But I often choose to fill my porcelain bathtub with water so hot that my body goes numb to the point where My brain can no longer focus on my emotions.
I lie there for hours on end; refilling it here and there.
Do to the fact I've been in it so long it slowly drains itself, much like my
Body
thoughts
Feelings
Emotions
Nerves
Over time they just drain and get lukewarm
It's like depression in a way
An uncomfortable feeling
It's almost unexplainable
But it's so prevalent
The water starts to get murky and cold
my mind doing the same
But you continue to sit in it
Why?
This is why
I've tried to fill them again with small talk and social events,
distracting myself from the real problem for so long
Thinking that'll do anything
Silly me
I've been repeating that for four years
And
I
Still
Feel
Empty
YOU ARE READING
The void.
Poetry"What does depression feel like?" This is a book about hard times/depression that I'm going through. Some of the stuff I write about are things in my life that may not make sense to you because it is so pinpointed to my story. Some of it is not pers...
