late night depression

Many dark nights

Rooms filled with philosophies

I drown in my waves of depression

I sink to rock bottom

which lies

right between my tears

and my sheets

I sink to the sea floor of my sheets

The sea floor is made of words

Poetry, voicing my incomprehensible thoughts for me

And yet again

I drown

“you look at me and cry

everything hurts

i hold you and whisper

But everything can heal”

―milk and honey, Rupi Kaur page 181

And in the silence of those pages,

What I never received