Another Christmas, another day. Gifts given, cheer in the air. A sinking empty feeling. A weight in my gut trying to drag me down in the dead of night. I try to escape but the silent moments in-between hours bring it back. So I type about it here. This is my copping mechanism. Chaining each feeling down with words. Showing them to the world like a freak show. This way I can face a new day.
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A young smart and thoughtful man, who loves anime, comics and video games. I'm a survivor of a long-term bout with depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts. View all posts by bluehero45