It comes and goes
With the force of a tidal wave,
Or with the force of a summer nights winds.
In the middle of the night, we stare at our walls
Tears slowly dripping down our cheeks.
We hold in our sobs.
No one needs to know.
Silent cries echo through bedrooms.
Silent pleas of mercy come.
But no answer returns.
And so we go on.
We smile with friends.
We laugh at our own expense.
And we go on.
We go on.
Sweaters in 90-degree weather
Sweaters in 20-degree weather
Pants and sweats become the norm.
Happiness peters out of existence
Smiling eyes do too.
We become numb
Numb to happiness
And to love.
Numbness.
Disassociation
Depression.
They all feel the same to us.
Somedays we can't get out of bed.
Somedays we do, but we're not really there.
We're there, but not mentally.
Mentally we're where we want to be.
We're happy...
Happy in the clouds with old friends.
Then realisation strikes.
The only way to be happy again...
No, we can't do that to them.
We want to, but we can't leave our friends behind.
We can't leave our family behind.
And so we do it all over again.
And again.
And again.
Until we peter out of existence.
We slowly become a background character in our own story.
But then again, it was never really our story to begin with.
Was it?
