depression.
i feel the arms of darkness slowly wrapping around me, suffocating me with each tight squeeze.
depression.
i can't sleep, and no, i won't count sheep. because i can't.
but what i can count,
is all the reasons i don't want to be here.
i can't sleep, but for some reason,
that's the only thing keeping me alive.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 2:49 AM UTC
depression.
i feel the arms of darkness slowly wrapping around me, suffocating me with each tight squeeze.
depression.
i can't sleep, and no, i won't count sheep. because i can't.
but what i can count,
is all the reasons i don't want to be here.
i can't sleep, but for some reason,
that's the only thing keeping me alive.