I am trying to put depression on paper
To tell myself that I am real
This is real
I am not deluded
My mind is not going off the rocket
I am ok.
And it’s so hard to put into word
Something that chokes you the minute you start
And it’d be so much easier to just end
a life that’s going downhill, piece by piece
Part by part.
When they ask why you don’t talk it out
It’s hard to explain
That the second you do
That knot in your stomach
It burns like liquid acid
Your first emotion is immediate regret
And that’ll be your last one too.