tides ○ a collection of poems

xv. i was depressed, so i wrote a bad poem

never strong enough
always chasing those glimpses of happiness
but they won't stay
when will i learn
that everything leaves me
when i need it the most

i guess i'll never taste
normality again
but i don't know what living means anyways
i'm not stabile enough
or cured so i can leave
this place
so i'll have to linger

but everyone else is gone for a lifetime
the ones who picked up my shattered pieces and placed them back into my gaps

and even the ones i know
who return
aren't themselves anymore
only the faces of their darkness

maybe i am, too
nothing else left but
depression and anxiety
and those skinny bones
someone wrapped them in soft blankets that
are never able to warm them

it is pointless to think about it anyways