This is a poem that does not hide the open wounds, and the rawness of the reality of living. You describe that pain so well, and I hate that you've felt it and I have as well, and probably many others. Feeling like we don't belong in this world, and meanwhile, battling all of our thoughts, which feels like the most impossible task to do - to conquer them. I still sometimes get a little baffled when people don't realize that depression can be all-encompassing like this. It isolates us, feeds off our shame in getting help, in our own sorrow, and it seems like we can never break that cycle. That last line felt like admitting what others won't or feel too stigmatized too maybe. It also made me think of the album of the same name by the rock band Badflower, that talks about mental health pretty openly and the struggle of staying alive.

Great to see a new poem from you.