Sabrina G.
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)

    Sabrina G.

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