Did you ever have that feeling?
When you're just waiting. Waiting to go home, in your room, close the door and fall into your bed.
To just let out whatever you kept in all day.
That feeling that you get of respiration and relief.
Nothing is wrong.
But nothing is right either.
And you're tired.
Tired of everything. Tired of nothing.
And you just want somebody to be there and give you a hug saying it's going to be okay.
But no one is going to be there.
You know you have to be strong,
for yourself because you know no one will fix you.
But you're tired of waiting.
Tired of having to fix yourself and everybody else.
Tired of being strong.
You just want it to be easy.
To be simple. To be assisted with. To be saved.
But you know you won't be.
But your still hoping.
But your still wishing.
But your still staying strong and fighting with tears in your eyes.
You're fighting. Always.
And you have to do it.
All alone.
Because no one can help you but you.
And you're trying.
And you're praying.
But it all goes in vain.
Because that's just how it is.
It's dark.
It's stranded
It's dying while breathing.
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This Disease Called Depression...
PoetryNormal people wake up to get away from their nightmares.... I go to sleep to get away from mine. ___ I'm alive yet dead. I'm breathing but I'm suffocating. I'm move but I'm still. And I'm waiting till I can become a corpse and let go of all the dar...
