On The Verge

 

sometimes mental health feels as if it's within my grasp.
like i will be ok for real, it won't be just words i say to
make the thoughts go away.

but then today i was laying on the bed with glenn and
he said, "i can sneak up behind someone and kill them
with my bare hands." and without thinking, i said, "could
you please do that to me?" and i meant it.

he'd never do that, i know, and it's not fair
for me to ask him, and i wonder why i keep
feeling that way?


depression is insidious, isn't it? it sneaks up behind you and
slips its claws into you and takes you by surprise.

denise

| home | back | next | words |