Giants

Loneliness/depression is a greater giant than Goliath and I can't find my stones. 

Depression.

That feeling creeps up like a sneeze or a hiccup. You'll just be going throughout your day and BAM! there it is. Throwing you off your game. How do you escape that? Hope seems to wither. The dark cloud covers me like a blanket. One that is damp and heavy but oddly enough I find comfort in it. Because it is the only feeling that I've always known. It's always been there. Waiting and watching. Ready to pounce at any chance. I've said and told and pleaded that I'm not alright. But no one believes it. No one thinks it could be real. But it's the real-est thing I know. 

Has anyone ever felt a deep, dark hole in your chest. One that feels like it is continuously sinking. I hear that's what you call a heart. 

I just need someone, anyone to notice. To care. Anyone. 

Crushed

My spirit has been crushed and I don't even know where to start putting it back together. 

Breathe

It's getting harder for me to breathe. Every morning I wake up and the air feels heavier. I know it's not fair to ask but I just wish someone else could do it for me. 

Sylvia Plath and I

I relate a lot to Sylvia Plath. I feel like her words are the cries of my heart. However, I hope I hope that these cries don't lead to my head in an oven. 

S. P. cont.

When People Ask:

"How are you?" I say: "I'm doing well, thank you." 

How I really feel: I feel like I'm dying on the inside. I'm just waiting for the outside to catch up.