Thought Salad

Tag: depression

  • Broken

    I’m a well-oiled machine Except Parts are falling off Beginning to rust Overloaded Burnt out Struggling to hang on Emotions threaten Drowning out the light Burying me under The sky grows dark

  • On the ropes

  • The wilderness

    The wilderness

    Some times the forest is dark, With shadows at every turn The moon is faint, The way is dim Eyes linger upon your back You feel so alone, There’s no way out Your breath is caught In sorrow and regret. But even in the darkest night; Lost in the deepest of thickets There’s always a…