Monday, August 7, 2017

Depression


Why are you depressed?
I don't know.
Why not?
Because the words do not exist in any language.

The pain is like a fire pit in my chest
ready to burn me to ashes
It is dead and cold
Likes a corpse in a tomb
It is like a mighty flood of emotions
Threatening to drown me
It is like a thousand knives
Striking me at once
It is like
Forever being lost

Even those words
Do not properly describe
What is going on inside me
I fear

They don't even come close

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