Its been a while,
it always have.
This dark part of life,
the part you already knew.
The situations,
the results.
They are all the same.
Hello darkness or hello life.
It's always alike,
between those two.
Depression has an I
but not a you,
still you act
like you always knew.
I want to smile,
I want to breathe.
Without the burden of myself.
My mind,
My soul.
Hurting
Screaming.
My mind is lost
My soul is free.
The joy
The laugh.
They're not things
I have forgot.
But Attention,
cry
and some self pity
is the things that most do say.
They all ignore,
they all deny
This existence.
But put it to an end,
and it will appear.
It has been a while,
I'm bad at this.
But the feelings
and the thoughts
They battle,
battle for life.
One to give,
One to take.