sometimes I feel like I’m in an empty room, just me and the cold hard floor. I can’t see or hear or smell bit I can feel myself going numb. The pain of this never ending despair invading my mind. I can’t escape it, it’s embedded in my skin. I can’t wash it away. I never knew darkness could feel so heavy. I just let it eat away at me, why fight the inevitable?
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You’re a chilling writer. Depression poisons, drains your mind. You sound just about drained.
If there’s anyone to help, please reach out. Don’t rot away in an empty cell, please 🙁
This might seem callous – are you seeing anyone, on any anti-depressants? Medicine isn’t a miracle-cure, but it sometimes helps. This one little capsule keeps me stable everyday, keeps me from slipping into that.
That darkness weighs so heavily on you, and you’re so tired. I’m sorry.