I’m so tired

--so fucking tired.

I thought I could hold it all in,

and instead it transformed into a time bomb;

waiting to explode, to harm those around me.

I kept on thinking that everything’s going to be fine,

that time would smooth all the imperfections out.

But of course,

once depression had a taste of you,

there’s no escaping its grasp

--its hold grip you like a dog being chained to a pole.

You feel trapped,

for you can’t escape its constant tugging when you do try to.

When you try to heal yourself from within,

it’ll remind you of what it can do;

of what it did to you

--you remember how it fucking scarred you.

But you keep on trying, and you never give up.

Never.