I Battle Depression
Ouch.
I feel it. I still ache on the inside. Self loathing, depression, despair, all blends together into some gray ooze inside me.
I feel so useless, I have no purpose or reason to be here.
It's very unique. The physical pain of a psychological emotion. A mixture of pain and sadness that leaves a slight pain in my chest, almost like all the weight and mental burdens now languish in one spot.
Writing helps, but really it only stems the flood of my disgusting self-pity.
It's kinda poetic. Feeling the crushing weight of hopelessness set in as if I were being sucked into mud in a swamp of emotion.
I don't even feel sad anymore, just the pain in my chest. Numb, really.
I feel it. I still ache on the inside. Self loathing, depression, despair, all blends together into some gray ooze inside me.
I feel so useless, I have no purpose or reason to be here.
It's very unique. The physical pain of a psychological emotion. A mixture of pain and sadness that leaves a slight pain in my chest, almost like all the weight and mental burdens now languish in one spot.
Writing helps, but really it only stems the flood of my disgusting self-pity.
It's kinda poetic. Feeling the crushing weight of hopelessness set in as if I were being sucked into mud in a swamp of emotion.
I don't even feel sad anymore, just the pain in my chest. Numb, really.
