Weep

"Will my life always be like this?"

I'm sure many of you have asked this question to yourself at one point in your life.

It begins with you forgetting who you are

Then, feeling pitiful that all the shit that happened, shouldn't have happened

With these thoughts and judgements clouding your mind,

You observe the previous lesions in your arm,

Knicking at it, hoping to feel something, anything

Anything than the upmost pain lingering in your heart

The physicality of one's mind is incapable of understanding why the pain that is physical is much more bearable than the emotional distress you feel

I sit in the confinement of my own depression

Repressing my feelings and embracing the suffocation

At least I feel protected from the world - this prejudice, sheepish, and selfish world

So I lay there, alone, at the back of my friend's car, crying myself to sleep

Mourning in my own sorrow, I lay there and weep