Somewhere along the journey,
Memories stir, shifting soundlessly,
All memories have a hidden twist;
It's just not the same.

The person I once was has faded to nothing;
A mere memory.

When I was younger,
I wished every day to be alone.
Every day I was surrounded,
Suffocated by people.

Now I wish to almost never be alone;
Being treated as a ghost some days,
Barely keeping alive,
Getting weaker and weaker,
Yet they see me as a strong person.
That is surely false.

I yearn for sleep,
I yearn for a moment where I can be happy,
No weight keeping me bound to this depression;
This parasite that has consumed me.

- Jay M
March 20th, 2019