A Piece About Depression

A piece about depression

The raven came today, and I don't think I like it, It's big and imposing and hard to make out, but it wanted me to touch its wings.

The raven came today, and I am scared, It stretched out its wings just once and blocked out all light everywhere, but it wanted me to touch its neck.

The raven came today, and I am so saddened, Whenever it rends its claws something succumbs under them with so much pain and suffering, but it wanted me to touch its feet.

The raven came today, and I cannot feel happy, It roars so loud all other sounds simply fade leaving me empty and alone, but it wanted me to touch its head.

The raven came today, and I feel so tiny, It's gaze seems to pierce through the air as everything else turns to black along with my soul, but it wanted me to touch its chest.

The raven came today, and pain soars through me, It keeps pecking at my skin and hurting me draining me of everything, but it wanted me to touch its beak.

The raven came today, and it seems so much bigger than before, Whenever it now pecks me it feels like my limbs are torn and nerves are burning as it takes the pieces from me that I so desperately need, but it demanded me to embrace it.

The raven came today, and it seems like I'm gone, I feel fear, anger, sorrow and helplessness, but it asks me to go with it for this one, final visit. … .. .

when i buy something and my bank balance actually goes down

What if,,, img cozzy???

justm wan lay downn!!1

mhhhh, don't think so

doing things is too hardd

stop liking my posts and go do things. idiot.

A piece on self sabotage

A forest is growing and I planted the seeds A building stands proud and I laid its bricks A river is flowing and I dug its trench But no matter what I build or do, it all gets destroyed by my own hands

A wildfire's burning and I laid the spark A building's collapsing and I broke it's supports A Dam is blocking the flowing water and I am the one who built it But no matter what I stop or destroy, I can't seem to find myself

A rage is building and I feel overwhelmed A view of my world is crumbling and I can't hide behind it now A tear is rolling down my cheek as I slowly come to terms with my sadness Now I am all stranded, covered in tears, flames and debris of my own making

Just what should I do with me now that I see the scars I have been hiding from myself?

clocking into another shift at the wanting things factory