Deppressed - Blog Posts
Ultraviolence was with me in my darkest times, after years I still feel these magnetic words. Now it feels like nostalgic love, as strong as then but in a different way. God bless this woman
So I was talking the other day about my time in the hospital and I was joking about it because how else do you cope with something so overwhelming.
“Hah yeah it’s been a while not that I miss it, the cameras, the restraints,” I think for a moment “ it’s been a year” I say quietly. My smile fades “It’s been a year” I know I wasn’t there as long as the others and I know I’ve since had a better experience in another hospital and I know that I lied my way out. But it’s been a year.
And I didn’t think I’d make it another year.
He felt like a pigeon unknown to him the time the cage could open up.
It did petrify him though,
that if he didn’t realize that it was his life he was consuming,
all possibilities pointed to a destruction of himself in search for an escape.
In this decorated room, my soul murmurs a prayer that at least this time, this manufactured happiness can last more than just a nights sleep and that I can forget all of myself without coming back the next day for another glassed antidote.
Depression time (lucifer hh)
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