I am not a romantic daydream

Or a pretty song that reminds you of rain

I am a secret ache

A sadness so big

That it rolls through your limbs in waves

A disparity so deep that it's not just a state of mind anymore

It's a physical ghost

Heavy in your ribs

Like a chest filled with the stories of a hundred lost children

I fill your tears with acid

So that the trails stay buried in your skin

Hours after you're finished crying

I am a hopelessness that kills and rips your skin apart

I am lonely

And tired

So

Goddamn

Tired...



     -Depression