Sunday, December 13, 2009

stress related pains in my legs that grow like vines into my arms that get heavier
my legs that slow down with each step I force myself to continue force myself to breathe
counting down until I am alive again,

what is depression? It isn't even matter. not molecules. not atoms.
What does any of it matter? Really?

My body is tearing itself apart trying not to fall apart
in puzzle pieces scattered on the bridge towards home
towards freedom
from depression.

Photobucket

No comments:

Post a Comment

Followers

About Me

My photo
This is literally my internet notebook. My thoughts at the moment, the words that come straight from my brain to my fingertips tapping on the keyboard to you.