do you know what it's like
to wake up
feeling this emptiness
in the bottom of your heart?
do you know how it feels
to be drowned by the thoughts
of your own worst enemy—
yourself?
are you familiar with the feeling
of the (almost) welcoming darkness
i'm oh-so aquatinted with?
it surrounds me constantly,
yet i'm still somehow living,
but i am no longer alive.
—depression has drowned me in the water that taught you how to swim
YOU ARE READING
growing seeds from wilted roses
Poetrydear reader, my friend, please be gentle for you are reading pieces of my heart written onto these pages for your eyes to read and for your heart to feel.
