5/2/17 - Darkness:
Black, black, blacker
If I could express my feelings, those would be the words
Dark, dark, darker
If I could explain my train of thought, that would be the saying.
It's like I can't do anything
But make it worse
Like I'm in a body striving to live
But a mind that craves to die
Deep, deep, deeper
I fall into this vortex of internal struggle
But I still
can't
seem
to
cry
A/N
So this is a poem I wrote in 2017, right in the beginning on what seems to be my never-ending journey through depression. It's not the best but I like it (: