Depression — All In My Head ?
People see me different, yet in eyes they’re all the same- Lucky.
But you’re right, it’s all in my head.
I walk among ghosts of my own broken thoughts, some new and some old.
The highs emerge seldom, and are dismissed just as quickly.
Days go by, people pass me by, yet I stay the same.
But just know that there is no advice, no idea that can accommodate my sickness of the soul.
And this darkness that preys on the light can creep up on anyone, anywhere and at any time.
So am I condemned to the life of a wretched or is this all in my head ?