I am so confused.
Confusion is a precarious state.
I feel so depressed
into the oblivion of a thousand lethargies I plummet.
I don’t know how to let it out
From sadness I cannot rest
so it rolls on for perpetuity.
It rolls on unexpressed
I could slice my flesh
Paint a beautiful artwork with red
but I’m so tired.
I could eat my feelings, then purge,
Until my stomach aches, hands shake
but I’ve already done that.
I could lash out in an epoch
of hidden rebellion
but I can’t escape my fortress of living hell.
There are no ways out
I don’t have the motivation to exist.
I don’t have the motivation to breathe
But I’m too tired to sleep
I’m too tired to die.
I am supressed
I am oppressed
I am depressed.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
I am so confused.
Confusion is a precarious state.
I feel so depressed
into the oblivion of a thousand lethargies I plummet.
I don’t know how to let it out
From sadness I cannot rest
so it rolls on for perpetuity.
It rolls on unexpressed
I could slice my flesh
Paint a beautiful artwork with red
but I’m so tired.
I could eat my feelings, then purge,
Until my stomach aches, hands shake
but I’ve already done that.
I could lash out in an epoch
of hidden rebellion
but I can’t escape my fortress of living hell.
There are no ways out
I don’t have the motivation to exist.
I don’t have the motivation to breathe
But I’m too tired to sleep
I’m too tired to die.
I am supressed
I am oppressed
I am depressed.