I ponder what my parents told me, “The light in your eyes is back.” Not because I am happy, (or sober…)
Its because I stare at the dimly lit skyline In the City of Brotherly Love, In a melancholy manner.
While I could make some cliché allegory Of a cigarette being another source of faint luminescence.
But I am a college student, A speck of a presence drowning in dimwits, With such bright futures ahead! (Along with a large sum of debt.)
So while I sit and stare At the city lights, Soaking in suicidal thoughts at the SEPTA station.
Remember the light in my eyes Is a reflection of those city lights. Dimly lit, Not aflame. I have no one but myself to blame.
Telling the tale of what it was like to experience my depression at its worst alone in the city of Philadelphia. I never thought I was able to beat it until I did.