I've got nothing left to say
I'm all out of words that have never been spoken before.
my creative juices are all dried out and
my brain wants to take a nice long, luxurious rest.
I'm just so tired.
this struggle has been present much too long
my hormones are fighting each other,
each one trying to be the most
smiles, kind words, smothering hugs
none even a potential match to beat this disease
the battle will never be won,
it will always be the least bit present no matter how happy you become.
defeat is not a word in my vocabulary.
the strength of the disease is too heavy to bear
not one soul in this god-forsaken place can see past the act
the detection is too difficult
she is afraid to let this conquer her.
but accepting this depression is already half of the never ending pain.