thoughts.

five.

11 July 2018

you looked up at me with your naive honey eyes and asked me,
What is depression like?

depression

is like watching bright eyed souls breathing around you
still and steady

but instead
your pale lips
inhale
volumes of
self hate

you know you need oxygEn
and you try
try try try
you are trying

but people see the rapid rise and fall of your chest as breathing
when you are really
s u f f o c a t i n g.

there arent devils
there arent angels
its just me myself and i
ewWw

sleep it away
one whispers
and there comes all of them
whore slut
directing and destroying
pick it up pick it uP
in and out
huRt hURt HUrT
forget the pain
fOcus on the pain

until the silence gets so loud
you lose meaning of your existence
and now you are wandering
trying to find a reason

but nobody cares little girl
thats how it goes.

its a carousel
ups and downs
its an eternal cycle

If you get on,
you fall off or you go on forever.

depression, till death do us 'part.

-a.
01:46am // my response //