out

When did I finally realize
That this poison killed me inside
Only I knew what's best for me
And that is what set me free

New Light

The depression isn't as bad as it used to be.

It comes and goes.

But there's some kind of dull ache,
a ringing in the ears
that can't seem to go away.
Like a lingering aftertaste.

It hasn't come back for a while.

But I know the darkness is still there.

I'm learning how to become the mirror less and less.

The mirror is what takes all of the pain and hurt.

I just observe.

I'm done.