Depression Is My Kryptonite

Tell Her and I'll Be Back

She's still here, the girl that let herself disappear. I can hear her fear and see her tears. Why is she afraid? And why does keep begging of me to check in on you? I don't understand these feelings she has. At first she asked me to help her go away. Now she is yelling for the mercy of her brain. Like she wants to resurface as if it were worth it. I don't understand these mood swings of hers.

Can't she just let me consume her in my light and the emptiness for a while. Just tell her to let me take control, for she is too hurt by her own words.

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It's later again. I keep forgetting to finish what I write.

Breathe. I have to breathe.

I've been running around like a wild man cleaning to try and take my mind off of things and put myself at ease. But I forgot how to breathe for a second.

Sweat is dripping down my forehead and yet I want to keep going, I want to continue cleaning. I want to keep myself busy so that I don't end up sitting alone in my room in the Darkness yet all I can feel is the Light. I'm avoiding it.

Today will be the first day this week that I will have eaten three meals. All I've managed thus far has been one to two very small meals a day. I've been falling asleep every day before dinner and awaking in the middle of the night and finding something very small and then cowering back to my room alone.

I'm still a bit numb, but you made me smile for a while. Thank you, I needed that.

The Nothing let me breathe and let me be me, only I can't feel any of the emotional damage at the moment. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

You snapped me out of it and the Nothing realized that I needed to come out of hiding again. I guess it's not heartless after all.

Anyway, I thought that I should let you know. I'll write again later. Just still need time to think for a bit. Take care Love, for I'll come out of the void soon. For right now I just need a little room of emptiness to think.