I cried in the dark corners of my room, with my blinders on
and my hazards blinking-so blindingly
red they burned holes in my flesh.
There's these demons inside my head that whisper
to me in the early hours of the night so often
they feel as if they're long lost friends beckoning me home.
I cried tears that cut arroyos from my skin
slowly carving their fastest path from the
apex of my eyes to my chin.
My heart feels like it's beating through thickened
sludge that sticks to my muscles like old molasses
that smells lightly of the decay that rests on my pantry shelves.
I cried so violently I caused a hurricane, named after my
oldest friend, that relentlessly slammed into the four
walls of the room that I took shelter in.
Time's begun to stand still, almost as if the hands on my clock
started ticking backwards in slow motion, like two feet who
got caught in quicksand that didn't understand the definition of quick.
I cried until my body ran out of salt and my pores
dried up in a sudden and instantaneous squelch it
burst my ear drums and left them bleeding from the inside out.
Every where I looked I could see the creeping smile of
an ominous face that teetered on the edges of my
mind so carefully one tip, could send it crashing to the ground.
I cried, lying under my bed in order to escape the rest of the
world because I was tooo afraid to get up and face it;
two people against the world -me and depression.
My bed begun to feel like warm hugs from cold
fingers that grappled with my skin, digging deep trenches
large enough to reach their scaly hooks into.
I cried and my reflection continued to shed the tears that no
longer fell down my cheeks because it knew all to
well that I'd become a physical empty shell.
The air grew heavier until it felt like liquid fire I had to gulp
through in Olympic pool length breaths just to keep
the oxygen flowing to my brain, slowly, surely, quietly.
I cried too often and for too long, no longer grounded
in this world of concrete mornings but rather nights
with no ends- my body reeling from the insomnia.
My bestfriend came back to me today, yesterday too
he reached behind me and patted my back like he was so proud
to see that I had learned to get out of bed and tie my shoes.
All over again.
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