Just Another Day, In Depressionville

Just Another Day, In Depressionville

A Chapter by therisa

Why bother
A question
I ask myself.

Facing
A blank computer screen.

My brain
Operating out-of-sync
With the reality
Around me.

Going
Either too fast
Or too slow.

Emotions
A toxic minefield of IEDs
Waiting to explode
At the slightest brush.

Severing my soulscape
In half.

Struggling
To leave my bed
And do
The basic things
Around my apartment.

As my energy levels
Approach the red line
Of an empty tank
With no refueling station
In sight.

Wanting to
Sleep the world away
Without a second thought
On my part.

Thoughts of telling
The world to
Go royally screw itself
Bubble to the surface.

But
Don't have the energy
To even
Do this.

Burying myself
Deep
Into depression.


© 2015 therisa


Author's Note

therisa
Originally written, November 12, 2014.

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peace. I can relate to that feeling of being in a mine field, or machine gun fire.

Posted 10 Years Ago


therisa

10 Years Ago

Horrible, isn't it, Tammy.

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