I Write Poetry Best When I Am Depressed
As Time Runs With An Unknown Ending Date, It Catches Many By Surprise. (Me Included)
The feeling of emptiness is taking hold of my insides and draining my strength to go on.
It is like too much thread going through a thin needle, and getting stuck in the process.
Time is what I thought I had when I was young. Making stupid choices is what has me in the sea of regret. Each day I have a goal of being better, I try to stop drowning in my own foolishness; but lately it seems to be overwhelming me.
The pain of living life; and the issues that reappear in my life make it hard for me to breathe. Wanting to disappear, is a solution that I have been entertaining.
None of my family or friends knows this; they look to me for encouragement.
My pain is hidden from them and wanting to disappear has left me feeling empty.
