Woke up this morning afraid I was gonna live.
Depression
When things get unbearable, I wrap myself into a tight ball and shut my eyes. Every muscle in my body is tense. I open my eyes and I'm still where I was when I closed them to escape. Nothing's changed.
They have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.
I know by now, only too well, that you can never get away from yourself because you never go away.
How can you hide from what never goes away?
Madness is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting,too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depression.
Madness, Depression
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