Depression

10 Aug 2021

Forsaken in life, forsaken in death

I am the one to be revered

For I lie not in any metaphysical plane

I lay outside it all

Somehow dead and alive, all at the same time

Alive and dead, yet still existing

The outward view of nothingness

Causing tantrums and comas

For what is there for a man reserved

To death, to life?

The nothingness in between is where I flourish

Living and dying matters not

I solely am, and solely am I

Nothing matters, yet everything does

The in between matters not, but matters most

I live in the middle of it all.

Is this what depression feels like?