Depression at five

There are times when there is the aftertaste of copper in my mouth. My fingers are liquid and my tears press against my chest. Where failure is what floods my mind and I don’t see a way out.

There are times in which I don’t believe to have the strength and courage to defeat my demons. Where I stand quiet and let them attack me, in those times I feel hollow and lonely. 

There are times where I get lost. Where there isn’t any hope in the possibilities of my life, is darkness and pain in the movement of the bones. Where the sun goes out and the moon enters yet I am still against the door of my room.

T.A.