everything is caged in glass
confining you to a portion of an uncharted world
everything you encounter acquires a plasticine quality
somewhere between the realm of reality and fiction
and the blurred boundaries only plunge you into a deeper sense of detachment
from everything
and everyone
you no longer think in flighty song lyrics
but in choppy corrosive phrases
that burn your tongue too much to ever say
so it infects your mind instead
misery becomes like an old acquaintance you long to bear you company
as the wretchedness evolves from a thought to a palpable pain
Cast down on your shoulders until you can no longer support the weight
and you fall
and fall
and fall
this is how it feels to suffer from depression