I am surrounded by a darkness.
I am not falling but I am stuck in it.
My head is floating somewhere invisible, and my legs are holding on to something bright.
I don’t even remember what it was because my head is filled with all your darkness.
I only know my sister stands there in the light
unable to get me because you pushed me too far already.
I wonder when all this had happened.
When did you take my hand and bring me here?
Where even am I right now if not dead?
- a letter to my depression
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Jun 1, 2026 at 5:00 PM UTC
I am surrounded by a darkness.
I am not falling but I am stuck in it.
My head is floating somewhere invisible, and my legs are holding on to something bright.
I don’t even remember what it was because my head is filled with all your darkness.
I only know my sister stands there in the light
unable to get me because you pushed me too far already.
I wonder when all this had happened.
When did you take my hand and bring me here?
Where even am I right now if not dead?
- a letter to my depression
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