I am sinking into an abyss,
And my sorrow is the gravity that keeps pulling me down
I am rid off any semblance of life pre-depression
So much so I barely recognise myself as anything else,
Other than the sadness riddled person I have become
Some of it real, some of it the product of constant anxiety
Regardless, it feeds on my very existence
Adding pain to a dark story
Waves of depression kick in like heartbeats
Each time as resolute as the last time
And every time I lose a piece of me
Breaking my zeal for a justifiable reinvention
I am a slave to a master I created
Bound in chains I cannot see
Trapped in a cage I locked
My soul is like dying flowers
My will to live like fading polish
A distant reminder of happier times
And so every night I stay up
Fighting the urge to reach out
Finding solace in sad poems
Slowly sinking deeper into my abyss
Going too deep to bother about making it out
During the day,
I put on a facade to rid off inquisitions,
About my non existent joy
My claim to happiness is a smile on every photo
Take a selfie, fake a life, they said
To me the light at the end of the tunnel is a fable
An adage whose will has no power on me
Every time I hold my breath I hope it is my last
And each time it isn't
So I live by the bottle, hoping I drown on each pint
Gobbling down as many as I lose from red razor lines
I keep dripping
I keep drowning
Am sad
Depression.
