I write the things I can't say
All my feelings
that I leave at bay
The thoughts
that run in my head on replay
What clutters my mind
that makes me not want to see the next day
I write to free all
that I want to say
My depression is back. I can't escape from it and sometimes it feels like I'm a yoyo and its the one playing with me. It decides when and with what power. So I write and I create.