Thoughts flow in
Freely on their own
Hijacking their home
I am without defense
Everything is gripped
I can’t break apart
Depression seeps through all cracks
Now that’s what it is
Not just lingering sadness
More like a
“What the **** did I do”
Hijacked.
Is this discussed?
It’s supposed to be sweet
Elation, joy, connection
Overtaken by this body
Turning its back on me
Temporarily
Without defense for now
I hope to come back around
For now I’ll stay
Crying without a sound