VoidCat
Pronouns: he/him/they/them
I'm losing my sanity second by second...
As i fall asleep...
I watch the shadows speak and talk to one another...
Hypnogogic hallucinations...
I drift off..into the darkness of the abyss...
I wake up, a scream caught in my throat..
My hair hasn't been wash properly in about a week,
My weight has dropped...
I feel tired all the time but too restless to stop moving...
I feel cold all the time...
You ask me am i fine?
I tell you I'll be fine but why do you believe me?
I've cried so many times...
Often I feel like sobbing but the tears would never come...
Instead I laugh and joke around...
Mostly self-deprecating,and suicidal thoughts...
If you can't laugh at yourself then what can you laugh at?
Honey, I'll be alright in a minute...
Then i'l fall again...
I'm a lost cause so you might as well give up...
From a family of disaster...
I never once felt I will live very long even before I was depressed...
Let me write my poems..
The escape of life...
I find beauty in this suffering...
Let me tell you what I feel..
In the most poetic of words...
Everything is fine...
Don't worry bout me...
I'll help when you're down...
While falling to the ground...
I'll do anything to stop your pain.
Even if I can not stop my own...
I can not allow me to affect you...
So I must try to fight as much as I can...
To hope onto hope...
I'll get help when I need it..
But not at the expense of scaring you....
I can't tell you my thoughts...
If I did you'll be concern.
All i got to say is this:
Isn't it not a sort of dark beauty in it all?A sort of poeticness?
We are just depressed people....trying to stop others from falling apart...
From trying to make the same mistakes again...
While we secretly doing all we can to not let go...
Of hope.
For without it...We would be gone.
As i fall asleep...
I watch the shadows speak and talk to one another...
Hypnogogic hallucinations...
I drift off..into the darkness of the abyss...
I wake up, a scream caught in my throat..
My hair hasn't been wash properly in about a week,
My weight has dropped...
I feel tired all the time but too restless to stop moving...
I feel cold all the time...
You ask me am i fine?
I tell you I'll be fine but why do you believe me?
I've cried so many times...
Often I feel like sobbing but the tears would never come...
Instead I laugh and joke around...
Mostly self-deprecating,and suicidal thoughts...
If you can't laugh at yourself then what can you laugh at?
Honey, I'll be alright in a minute...
Then i'l fall again...
I'm a lost cause so you might as well give up...
From a family of disaster...
I never once felt I will live very long even before I was depressed...
Let me write my poems..
The escape of life...
I find beauty in this suffering...
Let me tell you what I feel..
In the most poetic of words...
Everything is fine...
Don't worry bout me...
I'll help when you're down...
While falling to the ground...
I'll do anything to stop your pain.
Even if I can not stop my own...
I can not allow me to affect you...
So I must try to fight as much as I can...
To hope onto hope...
I'll get help when I need it..
But not at the expense of scaring you....
I can't tell you my thoughts...
If I did you'll be concern.
All i got to say is this:
Isn't it not a sort of dark beauty in it all?A sort of poeticness?
We are just depressed people....trying to stop others from falling apart...
From trying to make the same mistakes again...
While we secretly doing all we can to not let go...
Of hope.
For without it...We would be gone.