my pillow case has witnessed every tear drop from my eyes, every tight clutch.. every silent cry with my face planted into it.

in this moment, i feel alone.
in this moment, i have no hope.
in this very moment, everything seems like it’s going in slow motion.

like how the earth turns.. nobody witnesses that it’s turning.. it’s out of sight and we are so close to it but yet it’s still happening, so kind of like depression, people are blind to the depression eating you alive, they are blind to the fact that you’re being consumed by so much pain.. but yet it still goes on.

depression is like this,
voices in your head sound like busted ear drums
your eyes feel so low that you can barley keep them open.
you feel as if you’re empty

because the depression has ****** every little life out of you.. and the sad part is, you have no idea how to get it back.