Sinking

about my depression.

I'm dull as I continue to fade
into the background
as I crawl away.
I don't want you.
I need to leave.
There's a reason for these long sleeves.
I don't need you,
but even worse, you don't need me.
I am just dull darkness,
sinking
into the background
leaving you to fight alone.
I can't pick up the phone.
I wouldn't be alone.
sinking
crying these so called friends away.
I don't need you.
I like to be home
alone
sinking
drowning in these stupid tears.
It's been eight god damn years,
why won't these fears just go away?
Each day
I spend
sinking
drowning
dying
and trying to cope with that,
but it's hard to when you
know you're going to
die.

Author's Note

My grammar is terrible.