Depression is an abyss.
Deep, dark, and filled with pain.
I knew I was never sane.
Will I ever be the same?
No. Not the same as everyone else is.
But the kind of same I was before.
Before all the **** I endured.
Depression.
It is like I am dying internally.
No one can physically see.
No one can really help.
The cutting, the stabbing, the burning, and the starving.
My heart still technically beats.
But it is not a nice rhythm anymore.
Thumping loud and hard and all over the place.
Depression.
Drowning in shadows.
Suffocating anxiety.
Is there any calm?
No. It all has gone.
Gone where?
The deep dark abyss.
The deep dark abyss of depression.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
Depression is an abyss.
Deep, dark, and filled with pain.
I knew I was never sane.
Will I ever be the same?
No. Not the same as everyone else is.
But the kind of same I was before.
Before all the **** I endured.
Depression.
It is like I am dying internally.
No one can physically see.
No one can really help.
The cutting, the stabbing, the burning, and the starving.
My heart still technically beats.
But it is not a nice rhythm anymore.
Thumping loud and hard and all over the place.
Depression.
Drowning in shadows.
Suffocating anxiety.
Is there any calm?
No. It all has gone.
Gone where?
The deep dark abyss.
The deep dark abyss of depression.