The depression creeps in
and I wonder
is it all really worth it?
The silence interrupts
and I wonder,
will there ever be sound again?
Why not end it?
Does anyone care?
Do I care?
In this moment,
the answer is no.
I don’t care.
And I don’t feel like anyone else does, either.
But that’s a lie,
fed by the darkness,
the depression
and the silence.
I can’t keep dwelling here,
but it’s familiar
and out there is a bit of fear,
rolled up in the mask of light.
And I do not want to face it alone.
