Everyone always tells me that I am strong; if that was true, then why do I feel so weak right now? I have been experiencing depression for the past few months now. It’s funny how people say they will be there for you, but when you need them the most, you find yourself on your own. I guess my father was right, at the end of the day; the only person you can rely on is yourself. : The Weights Of Confessions: Me as In I Disfigured An object around me Tying me down For now I am lying Lying Not as in laying Literally as in lying Unable to speak the truth For now I am dying Dying Not literally dying Merely figuratively implying My insides burning Burning like a fire My eyes are about to expire Save me Save me Where is the safety? Alone Nothing surrounding me Nothing but life I’m sustained Paralyzed from emotions Not remembering what emotions are For that word has been removed Removed from my mind For I do have a mind For I can not see it People don’t have me in mind Selfish they are But who are they They are behind a shadow We all are Hiding Everyone is hidden Hidden from their true within Within us lies caring For that word is aloof I cannot control it I’m losing control I’m losing it all Everything I can’t stop caring I as in me For let me remove myself from these endless possibilities Removed For I am being removed My eyes My contacts removed My vision is blurred My speech now slurred Intoxicated by my words Forgetting my main point Forgetting as in already forgotten Literally For now I will be forgotten
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