The cocoon of my depression sets in and wraps me up, numb and away from it all.
It sneaks in with every inhale, and erases the color with every exhale.
A world full of grey, a world full of pain.
It'll release me, one day, but no butterfly emerges; no beautiful creature can come from all of this.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
The cocoon of my depression sets in and wraps me up, numb and away from it all.
It sneaks in with every inhale, and erases the color with every exhale.
A world full of grey, a world full of pain.
It'll release me, one day, but no butterfly emerges; no beautiful creature can come from all of this.
