Because my love for the world has never been reciprocated,
I used to feel the night creep on my skin due to fears in the light.
The darkness hasn't always been my companion, but is now an old friend.
It wrapped around me with a soft touch and a warm embrace,
Slowly suffocating me like a cocoon made of sticky spider silk.
Protecting me,
Isolating me,
Desensitizing me,
So I no longer reel from every heartfelt blow
So I no longer hurt
Or dream,
Or hope
It's now as much an old friend as the weariness in my soul.
Working in conjunction to advertise the eternal nothingness waiting for me on the other side.
The darkness wasn't always my companion,
But it's now my closest friend.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
Because my love for the world has never been reciprocated,
I used to feel the night creep on my skin due to fears in the light.
The darkness hasn't always been my companion, but is now an old friend.
It wrapped around me with a soft touch and a warm embrace,
Slowly suffocating me like a cocoon made of sticky spider silk.
Protecting me,
Isolating me,
Desensitizing me,
So I no longer reel from every heartfelt blow
So I no longer hurt
Or dream,
Or hope
It's now as much an old friend as the weariness in my soul.
Working in conjunction to advertise the eternal nothingness waiting for me on the other side.
The darkness wasn't always my companion,
But it's now my closest friend.
I'm addicted to my depression
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