welcome

to depression.
for the next few days, this is me.
sitting alone, living alone, being alone.
no joy comes to those that live here.
the people here are quite content though.
they say i'll feel right at home.
i believe them.
miscellaneous suicides happen right outside your window
but you say nothing, you just wish it was you.
you let that person free themselves while you watch in awe.
the feeling of completion is like chicken noodle soup-
for the soul.


xoxo