Depression Eats Before I do
Unless I am Hungry
Depression is depressed
Inside of itself
When I am not low
I am high
So high that I have the munchies
I am hungry.
Hungry for the life that I am not living.
Parallel universe me.
Wakes up energized
Burning in the belly
Bouncing on the souls of my feet.
Dragging,
How can one feel both
Heavy and empty
At the same time?
Wasting.
I am my daily reminder
that this Universe me,
Doesn’t have to choose this universe Me.
About the Creator
Mickey Laith
Writing bares my soul. The art of words is something that humans often take for granted.
I write on a variety of concepts and ideas in the name of expression, communication and relatability.
Connection with my audience is my ultimate goal.
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