Just a dead man walking

Endlessly scrolling on here,

Looking for something that'll help,

Desperately grasping at the empty words someone else has typed in an attempt to escape their chasm of darkness and depression...

We're in the same boat, you and I.

Different circumstances, yes

But still just as broken, just as sad, and angry, and hurt, and confused.

So, I'll keep typing my empty words and trying to escape this dark, depressing chasm if you promise to keep reading and sharing it like you always have.

Depressed af.

So if I call myself a monster,

Does that make me a Saint?

So you see, if everything isn't what it is, and everything is what it isn't, are we so different from Alice?...

And I love my pitch black room because no one can see me cry.

Seeing the beautiful sunrises and sunsets..

Depression is seeing that the skies are beautiful...

Maybe even beautiful enough to bring a tear to your eye...

But knowing that beyond the skies is a cold, black, dead void.

Never able to escape it.

But what if my hope is to finally die?

From the moment of my accidental conception..

To my pointless existence now..

That's my mood today.