It's the song I had on repeat when I was broken.
The one I kept going back too...
I am not OK.
I haven't been OK in a long time...
That's the thing about depression
it keeps coming back...
I thought I was getting better,
I thought I was free from the dark path...
My trials of self-forgiveness
have only tortured my weeping soul...
My troubled heart
is drowning out...
It's been a while since my poetry
visited these dark chambers of my imprisoned...
I had such a different plan for my life,
until you dragged me somewhere else...
You were never entitled to trap me in your cage
and crush my wings like ice...
I got so lost in this big world,
becoming absorbed in these cryptic words...
I hated the world because I hated myself,
I couldn't find a decent person inside of me...
I thought I could find myself
if I quietly crept back towards her protected...