Depression Is My Kryptonite

Whither

I have begun to whither away, there's not much more that I can say. It started slow like a steady pulse, then it quickly sped up to an unfortunately terrible and rapidly impulsive tempo. The vibrato and libretto has became too outrageous to follow. I've been through this all before, but it doesn't feel the same. My head is pounding, my brain needs a good wonding. It hurts. My heart has sunken to the bottom of my chest, I can feel it compress and tighten against my lower torso. The cold warmth is consuming, engulfing me from the inside out. But I'm freezing. I have icy thrills of chills corsing through me. My spine is hot like a fresh lava pit and my collar bone feels like it should be chattering. I can physically feel words lumped in my throat, I feel as though I might croak. Everything aches, physically and emotionally. But, the thought of you is still on my brain. All that I think and feel, every scenario that makes its way into this twisted mind somehow involves you love. I am strong. I know this. However, it takes so much energy to be strong especially when you feel weak and tired and like your brain is scattered and strewn about. In hopes to see you again I'll still try, maybe one day I'll fly. But today. is not that day, the sky. looks nice outside. Oof. Keep holding on my love.