Although you chose to leave my house
With your belongings too...
I am not OK.
I haven't been OK in a long time...
Despite I am so called free I still feel in prison...
My heart so heavy every day I try to alleviate...
It feels great when you meet someone for the first...
It feels good when you fall in love with someone...
That's the thing about depression
it keeps coming back...
In the darkness of her sanctuary, she hides
A fable of hatred, exiled against her will...
I thought I was getting better,
I thought I was free from the dark path...
My trials of self-forgiveness
have only tortured my weeping soul...
The silence of your denial is laughable,
perhaps you are a little nervous...
My troubled heart
is drowning out...
It's been a while since my poetry
visited these dark chambers of my imprisoned...
I had such a different plan for my life,
until you dragged me somewhere else...