And it’s that.
That feeling when you think you’re finally starting to be okay again
And then one night you’re laying there in your bed.
Your music is playing softly as you’re trying to go to sleep.
And then you realize you are not.
You are not okay at all.
You have compensated this feeling of loathing for all human kind and this feeling of exhaustion that just does not seem to go away
You start to cry
And then you remember the good thing that happened today.
But you still cry.
Because you are so lost. In your own depression.
You are lost in this feeling of hate for yourself and everyone around you.
You are empty
Because you are alone
Alone all the time.
You are alone when you wake up and you to to school and you laugh and you smile
And then you get home and you are alone
You have been alone ever since your grandfather died.
There is no one to talk to.
There is no one to take care of.
So you lay in your bed.
And you sleep.
And you wake up.
And you are alone.
And you can not bring him back.
So you stay alone.
And you cry.