Depression Is My Kryptonite

Holding On Although My Mind Is Gone

I'm sitting in my bedroom, feeling as though I have very little headroom. The cold warmth is back, but this time it brought you with it. You tell me "Just hold on, the war is as good as won." I want to so bad that I reach out for your hand, but you just disappear into thin air. Why does my mind create these tombs of thoughts and then dig them up and bring them to me? The warmth just gets warmer and I can feel your arms holding on tighter. However, everytime I look up to see you, you're just a silhouette. It's as if the real you has really left for battle and you left this version of yourself behind just for me. I still hold on to it, even though I know that it isn't you. Imaginary tears still run down its shoulder since I still haven't remembered how to cry. Swearing up and down that you'll make it out. That reassurance is still in my heart, even it tells me to hold on. I was right, I have lost my mind. Yet, I still fight for this, this is truly what I want and the hell with giving up on it or on you. Even if you are gone...