music is berlin by RY X
One summer I met depression when it was rainy
I thought often about driving nowhere
and wherever nowhere was, I thought about building a home there
I’ll put door on the porch and a lock on the door, I thought
I’ll lock myself inside
surrounding myself with the hope that my demons wouldn’t follow from the somewhere I left them to the nowhere I am
the thing about depression,
is it always finds me
It isn't cute. It isn’t romantic.
depression is bottomless
Its falling into a nowhere and praying for impact
it will consume you
It makes it easy to say you’re okay
because this is a lot harder to explain
would you understand if I told you silence, is sometimes deafening
and my demons they echo
depression is silent
it’s crossing a street without looking both ways,
and the envy felt whilst driving past cemeteries
it cannot be summarized by a word so trivial as “sad”
escaping can be likened to an attempt to run from your shadow

it will follow you into the dark

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