Beneath My pale skin Flows Stygian blood Carrying shadow Through The crepuscular tunnels That fill This otherwise vacuous And tenebrous body Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: dark
"Are you still there?" I whisper To the darkness Silent echoes Answer "Always" Tendrils Extend From the shadows And into them I fade
Whenever I am silent, please force me to talk.
I remember when I first told my closest friends that I had started on a course of antidepressants. A couple of them had some knowledge and understanding of depression told me it's a long road to recovery. But the less informed among them asked if I'm 'happy now' for 'feeling any better.' Firstly, depression isn't… Continue reading Ramblings: Recovery