Walking these streets, lights shut off near me. Depression taking over the light in me. In over my head again. Nothing can be solved with prescription medicine. How am I to walk when I notice I fall apart. I feel like I'm living in the dark. Even if I did request for help, that guilt I'd of built. Struggling to return it all back. Not making a check to pay that respects. This global pandemic has its way of failing other lives. Nothing feels right. Jobs are now a joke, unemployment and still broke. I'm rejected, wish I'd a got up and left it. But now I walk without a destination. Such a ****** up situation. Got ghosted from a damage someone else made. Now I'm trying to fix it because theses payments gave my heart stitches and I've got no first aid. Why do people treat me like a object. I avoid everyone even if they studied my topic. I'd still isolate to avoid comfort hell I'd even stop it. Betrayel taught me to be happier alone in what you all call shade. A darkness figure that lives in a shadow. But I still mange to be "fine"