Have you ever just - you know, stopped? Stopped feeling and being yourself. You don't even realize it's happening, if I am being completely honest - until it's too late. Depression already has her talons into your skin and she's out for blood. What are you supposed to do when everything seems so hopeless? Nothing is more trialing than having to face yourself in a fit of darkness, isn't it?
I'm still waiting,
for the air to not be
Dense.
I'm still holding on
in an ocean with no
End.
I'm still here
pressing forward
When all I want is to drown -
Out my dread
My sense of worthlessness
parading itself as me.
I am not worthless,
just my pool of loathing.
Yet trapped so tightly
in this ring of for-longing
that I've forgotten
the Sun.
Sweet Bliss come for me -
I am no stranger
mere pawn of destruction.
Please erase this
unbridled misery
that has taken over my
being.
I am not this -
this unquenched thirst
dry and barren.
I am still here -
sunk beneath pillars
Of forgotten
promises
laughter
happiness
and light.
I am still here -
even if you can't see me.
I'm still here
looking for a way
Out.
