and i should be working on my life.
i should be driving by now.
i should have a job.
i should have my hours.
i should be out.
but i'm here.
sitting here writing this uselessness.
there is a depression that drowns.
a depression that suffocates.
a depression that screams.
a depression that's silent.
a depression that feeds.
a depression that devours.
a depression that cripples.
a drepession that hurts.
a depression that emptys.
a depression that voids.
a depression that overflows.
but this depression is stale.
it is a blanket i can't feel but it is weighing down all over.
it's on my brain and it weakens my limbs.
no desire to do anything but a strong desire to do nothing.
body as dead weight.
anxiety so burried i only know what i have to do but can't do it.
there's almost no point though the future is on the line.
how can this be
how can this be back
things are fine.
well, A definition of fine in this life.
i don't know what this could be.
i don't know what the cause is this time.
it's heavy but i don't feel it.
it's hindering and that's frustrating but there's no feeling.
there's no strength in me?
i don't know what to do.
why is everything so dull and lifeless.
YOU ARE READING
all things forgotten//all things never said
Non-Fiction***trigger warning for entire story*** i get it. i'm emo. this is for me tho. just let me make my own type of art. maybe this will help me remember. **trigger warnings** before certain chapters. for the people involved in this, rule...
