It’s silent.
My mind is black
And the feelings that were there are
Almost non existent.
And it’s not that they aren’t there anymore. It’s that I can’t see them. Every time I crawl from this black hole of depression I feel as if it's too late and it’s sucked in all the love we had. There’s no more of me and of you. There’s just the after. The mess. I try to explain the hole I’ve been in and the scary things I saw and when I look up I realize I’m still in the hole I’ve made my life the hole. Everything seems so dark. Your lips were the only thing that comforted me and now they never touch me. Isolated. I’m so lost here. I don’t even know who I am. She doesn’t even know who I am. In every way I’m different.
Blinded. It’s so dark in here she can’t see. But she can hear my voice and that’s what she’s following. She knows I’m near. Touch my hand babe it's still me.
Save me.
It’s so dark and you know I’m scared of the dark.
Save me babe.
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