Nov 5 · 1 min read
I am constantly mourning
old parts of myself
parts that have lived
and died a hundred times
pieces that have lived
and cried a million more
trying to make sense
of what is real
and what isn’t
isolation almost feels as
if I am frozen
between my world
and the outside
and nothing linking
the glaciers are recognizable —
I do not know
if this is healing
or simply another
depression episode
trying to
differentiate the two
places me in a deeper pit
that seems harder
to get myself out of
than ever before
I try to find meaning
in the darkness
but ultimately convince myself
that it is just night time
and I will sleep
the pain away
until I don’t have to
anymore
I am constantly mourning
old parts of myself
-Seasonal
(SB)
