Miss D

The cup on the desk is now stained brown as the procrastination sets in, I can feel her coming back to my thoughts and with her cold and crippling grips she takes my hand, it is suffocating and everyone notices my change, yet I feel comfort in my thoughts and have no issue with the darkness the cold or the silence, I dont need to eat because she makes me fill full, the conversations we share of insane ideas and doubts that threaten my world, ready to leave and ready to leave now, we pretend together of the world we could make, but im only going crazy and you’re not fucking real.

The days pass and you leave my thoughts slowly I eat again and climb slowly from my dark bed my thoughts no longer dark and our future seems bleak.

I love and hate you miss depression.. I’ll see you again in a few weeks.


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