What is this feeling?
am i sad? angry? guilty?
depressed?
i feel as if depression is too big of a word to classify this — me
am i just a word? i can't just be a single word. there's more to me than the pressure ensued from a small confined impersonal word. and yet that's all that i feel:
one name that is not mine.
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
