This feeling
It lies
Somewhere in between
Filling me
Or is or just complete emptiness
It itches at me
While summons questions
It's hard to figure out the difference
Between reality and dreams
Or shall I refer to them as "nightmares"
Because each time I wake from them
My chest is heavy
And I feel the tears forming
People don't comprehend this
And nor do I
I can't tell if it's
The depression rising again
Or maybe it's the memories
That I burned
Coming back
Maybe it's me losing
Every bit of strength
I Thought I Had.