my depression
feels no sadness,
nor an
end.
My depression feeds on joy.
It consumes me alive like a fire to a church.
My depression
marks the feeling on my fore head.
The sensation tickles,
call me insane.
I live in the dark,
my scars told me so.
And my teddy bear told me to do it.
So here i sit.
on the porch.
ready to take the leap of faith,
with no one to catch me.
Here, i go.
weeeeeeee
to the bottom of the ground.
to the bottem of hell...
want some tea?
how about a bagel?
Scared yet?
because i was,
when i saw the signs
of my own. *******. Depression