Sometimes I wake up and think "hey, today could be a good day"
And then my shadow comes around and puts on a filter of grey, draining the life out of everything.
I walk and put on a smile because people worry when I show my frown.
In a class of thirty people am I the only one that doesn't have the energy to study Macbeth?
I do all of this just to go home and sleep and repeat and repeat and repeat.
Sometimes I find myself staring into the water and all I have left to decide is whether or not to put on the life vest before throwing myself into the ocean that's waiting for me to die.
Some nights I cry because I miss the breath of my demons sleeping next to me.
Some night I cry because they take up too much of my bed.
Some nights I cry because the darkness doesnt let me see,
Sometimes I cry because I have a monster as a pet.
And I feed it well.
I hate how much I love it.
It's name is depression.
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PoetryContradictions are my addiction, Let me carve into your ribs the words that my lips fail to form, I refuse to be anything but greyscale, scrubbing the colour from my skin to feel a sense of belonging within this vibrant world. Too much, Not enoug...
