On The Edge


I’m tired and numb. 

Drained and gloomy. 

Down and unfriendly. 

'How are you?'... They ask - 

'I don’t fucking know'... I think. 

I feel like crying, but I don’t know why. 

There’s so much I want to share, 

but I don’t know how. 

I’m worried all the time, 

but I don’t know the reason. 

I’m okay one second, but sad the next. 

I’m lost, but I don’t know why. 

I don’t feel like doing anything, 

but I want to do everything. 

There’s a numbness I’m familiar with, 

that’s reminiscent of my depression. 

-- By Aurora Faustini 


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