I sit with my bruises to the South. The sun is to my East, as it sets in the West. The world has left me with my own flesh and bones, I wish to go North and settle in the woods of the snowy continents. Negativity has always held me down and chained me to the ground. I want positivity to overflow and spill over everything I have. Nothing materialistic can overpower me, Nothing in this life can mean too much.
A certain numbness comes upon every view that I once contained, and I give in to the voices in the doctor's offices. I give in to the medication and the healing process, I give in to the definition of depression.
Well if they all tell you this is who you are bound to end up as, you take your shadow and you force it to the other side of the room. You grab your adrenaline and run to the farthest point you can get to without a broken foot. You don't give up because you can't give up because if you did you'd drown in the metaphorical sea, the anchor takes you down in the ocean, are you strong enough to keep above the water with that much weight pulling you down?
Turn on the music, lay down, cover the sheets over your eyes but the sun still sets. The sun still leaks in your window and creates a glow on your hair, your skin, your eyes. A chill shivers down your spine and you feel only just a little bit less than alive.
Breathe. Keep going. Live.