Depression

I’d like you to think that I have it all together

Everything is on point

Not a hair out of place

 My outer being working like a well oiled machine

But internally,

Gears constantly

Pop

Out of place

And

I am slowing breaking down.

Spend my nights with tear stained pillows

And

Wrap myself up with 400 thread count

Sheets

Woven from emptiness at night.

Wake up each morning trying

To scrub the layers of loneliness off my

Skin

So many times till it bleeds

I need

Someone to carry me to serenity,

I can’t stop hurting.

I pour a cup of heartbreak

Hot

And piercing

That it scolds my soul

Stir two packets

And drink it down to fill me up with the thought of luck.

This invisible layer that weighs me

Down

10 ton.

I try to

Lift it,

Let it go

Free myself from this…

I want peace