WolfSol
Brain cashew smooth
Dear Depression,
Do you ever get tired?
Tired of burning up without a fever,
Where there is no fire, no smoke,
Tired of the cold,
The way it seeps into the bones,
Maybe even tired of the loneliness,
This emptiness that draws on every breath.
Because I am tired.
I am tired of your possessiveness,
This toxic addiction that can only be numbed,
Hidden away behind mirrors and prescriptions.
Then there’s your persistence, your clinginess,
Your cunning smile, the way you say,
Never enough. You, this, that, it’s never enough.
Not today. Not even tomorrow.
Be alone. Be nothing.
Do nothing, absolutely nothing.
Feel nothing.
You’re so destructive, abusive,
Once you're hot, then you’re cold,
Then you’re nothing but added weight on my shoulders.
Never once asking me what I want,
Never telling me what’s “good,” what’s “right,”
Only spouting venom, bitter words, and honeyed lies.
I’m so tired of it,
So sick of it,
I wish you were just an imaginary friend,
Something to forget, something to abandon.
Do you ever get tired?
Tired of burning up without a fever,
Where there is no fire, no smoke,
Tired of the cold,
The way it seeps into the bones,
Maybe even tired of the loneliness,
This emptiness that draws on every breath.
Because I am tired.
I am tired of your possessiveness,
This toxic addiction that can only be numbed,
Hidden away behind mirrors and prescriptions.
Then there’s your persistence, your clinginess,
Your cunning smile, the way you say,
Never enough. You, this, that, it’s never enough.
Not today. Not even tomorrow.
Be alone. Be nothing.
Do nothing, absolutely nothing.
Feel nothing.
You’re so destructive, abusive,
Once you're hot, then you’re cold,
Then you’re nothing but added weight on my shoulders.
Never once asking me what I want,
Never telling me what’s “good,” what’s “right,”
Only spouting venom, bitter words, and honeyed lies.
I’m so tired of it,
So sick of it,
I wish you were just an imaginary friend,
Something to forget, something to abandon.
