Just when I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel,
I collapsed.
Everything inside me
Has given up.
I don't understand
Why life
Gives everyone
A better life
And gives me
Her backhand.
What did I do
To be frowned upon,
Scolded,
Told that I'm not
Good enough?
Sometimes
I think it would be better
To stay here
In this black hole
Of depression.
Depression
Isn't a good emotion
But
It's my comfort.
It's one of the
Only things
I understand.
It's like a
Fur coat,
Made of dead things
That keeps me warm.
I have no choice
But to succumb to
The depression
Of what my life has become.
