Saturday, December 15, 2018
6:56 AM
Depression and His Arrogance
Dark down tumbling to the cold unforgiving ground it’s not a friend or foe around to be found.
Turning, churning, burning inside your gut bleeding ulcers your souls in a rut. Held down to a bed. Won’t get up not trying wishing you were dead.
But, not really somethings over came you your thoughts in your head; not worthy, wounded, why me can’t they see I’m lonely and hurting, undeserving and yet not.
Swirling, twirling, round about, up and down again in, and out heart ripped open, tears drenching pillows, dreams of better tomorrows that never show, God bless at least not suicidal yet, necromancer identity would not offend me as I see oblivion as my true free.. beat by beat my heart scoffs at me and breath after breath my lungs weez a teasing laughter as if this flesh knows it’s a disaster for a soul just waiting to happen.
Melancholy is never the matter earth is one trap again and after so don’t give in to your false dreams and aspirations and feelings because if you go too far I will have to reel you back in remember I will Always be here in the back of your mind, you don’t ever leave depression behind because you trust me to be here for you when you can’t handle life.
( I destroyed depression 2015-crash)
