Oh Depression, you've come to visit me tonight,
as usual you don't knock on doors, and you climb through no windows,
Why are you here?
I'm so sick of having conversations with you, and you not listening at all,
and I am sick of watching you laugh when I fall.
But you don't really care, do you?
When it goes like this, you visit so quickly,
Yet you stay for so long.
I never understand what I do to deserve your hands around my throat,
cutting my oxygen intake, but your grip is never tight enough to kill me.
You say that's my job.
You bring so many friends but make me feel so lonely,
I am slowly starting to give up,
but I can't run from you, because you always catch up.
YOU ARE READING
Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)