Depression Is My Kryptonite

Goose's Friends

Something is wrong.
Not the usual banter of my encounters.
Something more than that.
Something that I can't identify.
I'm terrified.
I don't even know what's happening anymore.
It feels like I'm on autopilot.
And the controls are so fucked up that I'm crashing.
But I never seem to land, I'm stuck on a loop of falling out of the sky.
There could be an induced crash.
But I don't have the guts for that.
No matter how many times I've tried.
Or how much I promise myself that I will.
It never changes.
Just have to keep rolling with the punches and keep all of the thoughts contained.
No one else needs to be infected by the disease.
Nor be consumed by my insanity.
I don't know anymore.
I can't concentrate and I honestly don't remember what I was going to say.
The words keep slipping away from me.
Just another one of Goose's games.
But this time she's brought some friends.
The bad ones.
They don't want me to figure it out.
And they won't let me get close to anything anymore.
Who cares though?
It's no one's fault but mine.
And the only thing left to do is either fight or surrender.
I haven't made up my mind.