The Hollow Man's Journal

The corner I fill seems to get passed like the side show in the endless circus of what so many of us call life. Always a juggling act between me, myself, and I. Depression always trying to nab them as I toss them in the air, holding me under the constant feeling of perpetual despair. No one stopped for a moment and considered I am not made of metal, that I can break, that I might be a bit more fragile than you think. There is so much loaded onto my mind wondering if you will notice me at some point in pointless time. It feels like my mind could be a diamond from the pure pressure it's under. You keep stacking and stacking not hearing me screaming, yelling, cracking like thunder... And when you finally listen it falls on drifting clouds. How long must I sit here waiting for the right kind of medication for this constant absence of elation. It doesn't have to be a pill, just give me something to feel real. I just want someone to give me a second, take my words with meaning not just hollow feelings I so sadly possess. There are hardly words for the kind of silent pain I'm enduring. So unique in such a horrible way. Don't just pass me by, don't point and stare yet give me the cold stiff shoulder. One day you will see the things I had to say were worth something in some way. Could of benefited you some day. I'm not sure I'll be there when you see it though. My mind tells me to go find somewhere where my words and their impact don't melt like snow on the ground, gone on contact. I don't know how to end this any other way other than bye, see you around, if you want it that way...