I may act happy,
acting as though I'm I've healed.
Inside I'm still the same.
I still long for d3ath.
The depression never left.
It got more tolerable but never fully subsided.
Therapy barely helps.
What to do but sit with this horrible feeling inside.
I think the depression ate me away inside.
That maybe I'm the only thing left.
That I am depression how am I supposed to function that way?
The depression was always there.
Lurking deep inside.
Well I was pushed further and further away.
YOU ARE READING
Poems soul and all
PoetryI write from the heart my brain is still yet to understand how any of these words mean anything. Tw not suitable for all users dark themes
