Desolate

A Poem by ThunderRaid

Typed it in 8 minutes; just wanted to get something off my chest at the moment and find somewhere to express myself freely.

This feeling...
It takes over your whole body
The more you fight to not cry, the worse it feels
Your energy is gone
The days are slower because
you don't enjoy anything you do
You want to listen to those things that make you feel worse that you can relate to because this feeling you have
has become familiar and you seek comfort in that
Getting out seems hard because staying in
is where you've built your home
In the comforts of the shadows
Most people drink or do drugs to deal with this feeling,
but you have no access to the things others think makes them feel
less
when all it really does is make you more aware
And still, you're trapped
Your entire body
paralyzed
in this feeling