i thought i was floating
flying high with my manic wings
but it was only an illusion
painted by my mind
if my own mind
lies to itself
who can i trust?
no one
"no one" i hear
as i crash to
the ground
as my feathers
shed like icarus
i sink into the quicksand
that is depression
i watch it consume  me
too exhausted to fight
i only sigh as it overtakes me
one final breath
freedom.