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...
I keep my temper but I am angry.
I save my arguments for in the shower...
I walked every avenue of avoidance just to find...
Everytime I shut down the experience it resurfaced...
It's the song I had on repeat when I was broken.
The one I kept going back too...
I am not OK.
I haven't been OK in a long time...
I thought I was getting better,
I thought I was free from the dark path...