Depression is like flying

or floating in the universe

Having no tether, no ground.

passing through the vacuum, the vastness

of space.

It’s like flying in the air

but never landing

Hoping to find somewhere

but not knowing where you are.

Hoping to land somewhere.

(poem from 8th dec 2019, 22:05 ish)


I look at myself in the mirror

“I love you more than anything,

I just don’t want to lose you”

but those aren’t the words I say

to myself.

I lie down, without showering

Not hoping to not sleep,

but hoping that tomorrow doesn’t come.

(7th December 2019, 3am ish poem)