Aug 14
The curtains close
And leave me in a suffocating darkness.
My senses shut down
And I feel trapped.
My depression, the only thing in the room that I can acknowledge
Sweeps me into her arms
And comforts me with the idea
Of eternity.
And leave me in a suffocating darkness.
My senses shut down
And I feel trapped.
My depression, the only thing in the room that I can acknowledge
Sweeps me into her arms
And comforts me with the idea
Of eternity.
Another take on When the Curtains Close - BPD from a few weeks ago. I wish I was a better writer to explain my feelings. Thank you for reading.
