My mind drifts
untethered to the decomposing flesh
that binds it
traps my wings with bars of meat

my mind wanders through the world
one day i will not come back
freedom beckons
i soar on the breath of thought

There is a place beyond the tawny grass and the scattered trees
It is a place void of flowers and of bees
A place where the lion and cheetah do not reside
It is a place where those unfit won't survive

The sun won't pierce it
and the waters only collide
the brush is too thick
even the trees don't coincide

Dare to explore this place
you will see
in the heart of darkness
no man can be free

Today I woke psychotic
Nothing of my past symbiotic

Cracked glass can't serve an optic
Mental notes can't sustain a singular topic

Driven by new found hope within
To break on through to the other side like Jim

The rise and fall of an anxiety I can't explain
Would not wish on my worst enemy the same

Now I dream only to be sane

I've got this friend,
called Depression.

Depression is always comforting me.

Depression makes me feel empty instead of sad and unhappy.

I can't feel happy or smile anymore because Depression fills me with empty feelings.

Depression makes my thoughts feel like useless words echoing through my mind.

All I want to do is lay in bed all day.

All alone.

All day feeling nothing and doing nothing.

Depression is a friend who makes me feel so alone and so useless.

But who wants a friend like that?

No one.

Therefore, depression isn't my friend anymore.

Depression is my enemy.