I stare into the silence
While I contemplate what I've feared...
Let me fly
Amongst my birds...
My thoughts
are sharp like...
The ceiling mocks me in the darkness,
Its fan slowly turning and pushing my thoughts...
It was the only night
I felt real—comfortable...
I climb the mountain with no safety line,
Hanging by fingernails out of my mind...
You ask what depression’s like for me, and I try...
how it comes in a myriad of shapes and shades...
How many lights have disappeared now?
An endless world of darkness and no light...
There’s no point in getting up
Just stay in bed, no one wants you anyway...
She sits alone amongst her thoughts,
Fingers absently directing pen across paper...
(trigger warning)
It was messier than I meant it to be...
Do you see them?
Because I do...