ive seen depression,
many times.
felt the knife,
watched my loves hold
it their hands.
told myself never to feel that way.
not supposed to see loves that way,
not supposed to see sweet boy that way.
felt depression.
felt the hurt in my hands.
truth:
not not want life,
just can't feel now.
being isn't helping.
it's an ache that ebbs and flows,
and now that you're gone,
it throbs and holds.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
ive seen depression,
many times.
felt the knife,
watched my loves hold
it their hands.
told myself never to feel that way.
not supposed to see loves that way,
not supposed to see sweet boy that way.
felt depression.
felt the hurt in my hands.
truth:
not not want life,
just can't feel now.
being isn't helping.
it's an ache that ebbs and flows,
and now that you're gone,
it throbs and holds.
