Whispering sadness,
is calling to me.
Dreams become nightmares,
and won’t cease to be.
It’s like I’m running dead out,
and then it’s a forty five degree wall.
Then no matter how fast I run,
I’m destined to fall.
I’m fleeing from something,
but I can’t get away.
It only keeps gaining,
with each passing day.
I know if I was to stop,
to simply catch my breath,
then it will be upon me,
and that would mean my death.
The weapons I had,
to keep this beast at bay,
have slowly been lost,
or have been stripped away.
That’s an apt description,
of depression I think.
Eventually the ground will turn soft,
and I’ll start to sink.
It’s just overwhelming,
this sadness i feel.
I try so hard to fight it,
but I don’t want a pill.
I guess the terror of death,
is nothing compared,
to losing who I am,
so that I won’t be scared.
So I apologize,
for not being alright.
Just remember I’m struggling,
with things I can’t fight.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
Whispering sadness,
is calling to me.
Dreams become nightmares,
and won’t cease to be.
It’s like I’m running dead out,
and then it’s a forty five degree wall.
Then no matter how fast I run,
I’m destined to fall.
I’m fleeing from something,
but I can’t get away.
It only keeps gaining,
with each passing day.
I know if I was to stop,
to simply catch my breath,
then it will be upon me,
and that would mean my death.
The weapons I had,
to keep this beast at bay,
have slowly been lost,
or have been stripped away.
That’s an apt description,
of depression I think.
Eventually the ground will turn soft,
and I’ll start to sink.
It’s just overwhelming,
this sadness i feel.
I try so hard to fight it,
but I don’t want a pill.
I guess the terror of death,
is nothing compared,
to losing who I am,
so that I won’t be scared.
So I apologize,
for not being alright.
Just remember I’m struggling,
with things I can’t fight.
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