Today I'm feeling lonely.
'Least I got anxiety to hold me.
It's always been there for me,
I call it instinct but it's mostly fear
Of a future that will never happen.
The monsters in my head
Have always been scarier
Than the ones under my bed.
Then there's depression,
Sitting on my shoulders
Like a heavy mantle
Of doom and gloom,
Ruining my posture.
Or like an itchy woven blanket
Laying on my naked body
On a sweaty summer day.
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