Depression
Nose under water. Hard days. Netflix and rumination. No medicine. No help. “Too proud to beg, too dumb to steal” (Sting, but it fits). The non-option option. It’s a struggle to breathe. Wishing I could stop.
Years ago as a young fella I died and came back, now I’m broken, physically and mentally. I feel like an old warrior that lost his chance to die in battle, now cursed to die a death of living decay of both body and mind.












