It doesn't matter where you are
what continent you're on
who you are with
what you are drinking
what music you are listening to
how much you "like" your situation
how good the food is
how beautiful the spring is
and the summer when everything is in full
when the sadness comes the sadness overtakes it all.
I die to be able to wake up every day thankful and resilient
Instead I wake up
in or out
of the arms of someone
with or without
my family by my side
in or out of financial troubles
encased in my own body consuming bruise
that is
.depression.
Food does not fill
a a will that won't will
a song that's been killed
constant emotions being drilled
escape with a pill
a little wine spill
eyes close
and in that moment
time froze
tranquil.
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