I graduated from a depression I lingered in
the euphoria of throwing my hat of coloured
textures down what ever was close to me.

Tears echo in my skull, each saying
another word, Weak, worthless, nothing
is worth spending in my dying feelings.

Reflections cuss at me my own self not
felling self worth as I listen, repetitive
self degrading syllables from my own mouth.

My fingers are tired, woozy of the moment
I realized that I'm chaffing on observations ,
my skin is the sea and waves bleed in regrets.

I graduated this morning from depression,
standing up from the bed. I step off to nothingness.
My bed was the roof and I graduated my mistake.