My world is crumbling around me.
What do I do when the darkness that is depression consumes me?
I could drink away the pain,
Only to have it return once I’m sober.
I could have sex in an attempt to cope,
But I can’t seem to give my body away these days.
And I considered popping pills and ending it all,
But I’m afraid of dying.
When others ask how I’m doing,
I lie and say, “I’m doing well.”
No one knows that it’s all a facade.
What I really want to say is,
I’ve barely slept in days,
And I feel numb.
Empty.
Worthless.
I feel like I’m such a burden that everyone’s life would be better if I were gone.
Depression has swallowed me whole, and this time, I’m not sure I’ll escape.
But I say I’m fine.
And they don’t even notice,
How red my eyes are from crying.
My world is crumbling around me.
And no one hears my cry for help.