Have you ever just - you know, stopped? Stopped feeling and being yourself. You don't even realize it's happening, if I am being completely honest - until it's too late. Depression already has her talons into your skin and she's out for blood. What are you supposed to do when everything seems so hopeless? Nothing is more trialing than having to face yourself in a fit of darkness, isn't it?

I'm still waiting,

for the air to not be

Dense.

I'm still holding on

in an ocean with no

End.

I'm still here

pressing forward

When all I want is to drown -

Out my dread

My sense of worthlessness

parading itself as me.

I am not worthless,

just my pool of loathing.

Yet trapped so tightly

in this ring of for-longing

that I've forgotten

the Sun.

Sweet Bliss come for me -

I am no stranger

mere pawn of destruction.

Please erase this

unbridled misery

that has taken over my

being.

I am not this -

this unquenched thirst

dry and barren.

I am still here -

sunk beneath pillars

Of forgotten

promises

laughter

happiness

and light.

I am still here -

even if you can't see me.

I'm still here

looking for a way

Out.