' 'fear' 'depression' lonliness
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On some evenings
When I allow myself
to the garden we made
Dandelions in my feet
ask me for you.
Uninvited they were at first
You remember I hope.
Question to the question I ask,
Traces of flickering light glimpsing over lightless faces
lost in the lands they shall call home.
Faces, therein lostness, close but not close enough,
alone together under an unfamiliar sun, sinking and sinking.
I always love but what happens
They leave
What stays is me and how I feel
So what if I love my depression
Will it leave me too?
So much depends
upon
a lapis thin
jacket
drenched in freezing
rain
beside nobody
but shadows.
I was like Jacques from As You Like It.
Blurred Silver Linings in Dark Clouds,
Alas! No one understood me,
No one considered me their first priority.
Was I looking not seeing?
Depression sucks. It's never going to go away. Depression is like your drowning and you can't swim up because something is pushing you down, you can't feel anything, nothing matters, you feel like there is no hope what so ever, you just give up.
He would always be laughing and joking
Until he was completely alone
The walls would break down
As he lays down at night
Next to an empty bedside
Left with nothing but sadness inside
Darkness, it's in everyone's life
my days felt empty
living a reality that was light years away from what I wanted
I was writing a story that had no happy ending, really no ending at all
A broken promise,
too high of hopes,
and a suffering confidence
of the Lonely child.
My heart beats fast
It feels hollow
How long will this last?
My breath gets caught in my throat as I back away
I look around for others, everything is bare
How could I ask others to stay?
