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Jonas Mar 2023
Some gems are lost forever
sparkle
never to be found

Maybe that's for the better
Jonas Mar 2023
[Marcus] Some feelings
are like old familiar friends.
Depression's like that for me.

When I'm not in it, I don't remember it.
I remember it's bad.
I remember the darkness,
but it's… different to feel it again.

It's the difference between
remembering what a room looks like
and actually walking through the door.
Being inside it again.
Feeling it.

When the episode starts,
it can be slow at first.
An intrusive thought,
"I don't wanna be here,"
but then it's gone.
You bat it away like a fly or a bad smell.

When it hits you fully though,
when you're really in it, it's everything.
It's who you are, you're nothing else.

On the outside, you look the same,
smiling and pretending is so much work,
but inside, it's a different story.

You start to hate yourself.
You're so alone, so unbelievably alone.

And you can be with someone you love,
but you're not really with them.
We think we know what's going on
with other people, but we don't.
You never really know what's going on
inside someone else's head.
Everyone's fighting a battle
you can't see.
We all have blind spots.

And you know it's you.
It's something wrong with you,
and it's also exhausting.
So ******* ****** and exhausting,
and it's helpless.

It's a void,
and existing takes so much energy,
you wanna sink into a hole of nothing
where no one talks to you
and you don't have to smile or talk or be.

Anyway, it's familiar.
I've been here before,
gotten out of it before,

but the getting out part
becomes the room that you remember
but aren't in.

And that's what's scary.
Ginny and Georgia S2E8, Marcuse's monolouge
Jonas Mar 2023
The first rays of warm sunlight
on your skin
after the winter break.

Feels like a warm embrace
when your body is starved of touch.

Hints of fresh air
as petals blossom
and the sea water starts warming up.

Let's meet,
Let's revel
Oh to live again.
Jonas Jan 2023
Everything and everbody *****.
Except sometimes when it doesn't

Everybody keeps bothering you,
they just can't seem to leave you alone.
Why can't you just leave me the **** alone?

Sometimes that's a good thing.

Nothing matters
you're indifferent to almost everything.
It's hard to get past that shell.
It's your armor against the world.
You depend on it.

Your parents will always have some power over you.
Whether you like it or not.

I'm angry.
It's buried deep down by now.
In my heart, in my bones.
Ironically I'm so weak it's quite pathetic.
I want to punish myself.

Last but not least

Some things do feel real.
Music is a goddess, it's freedom.
Stories are an escape.

These tools can loose their effect when overused.

Some moments  do get through the fog.
Nature and innocence for instance.
Some relationships mean something.
Some people are just to good to be corrupted.

Depression isn't a sickness
It feels like a part of you,
A character trait.

The bottom line?
"please don't hurt me"
This isn't all
Jonas Jan 2023
I feel like I need to scream
to let it all go
on top off a cliff
designated for such affairs
until my voice breaks, shatters

But I lost it long ago.
Jonas Dec 2022
Leave me
Give up on me
To the lost and found
To gather dust in the dark

We'll only end up hurting each other
Jonas Dec 2022
A women is standing in front of a tree in the  melting snow.
It's already dark.

On one branch sits a ginger cat with an blinking collar
Looking away provocatively .

Both are completly motionless as you walk by.
You smile.

Arguing with cats is like arguing with time.
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