Straitjacket

Mental asylum

I’m mentally assimilating my depression

I’ve found a way to call it my safe haven

Although far from its reality but I still feel safe in its arms.

Can’t help but choose it because it’s the only thing that’s consistently chosen me

So somehow, I guess I’m attracted to consistency.

I’ve always tried to deny what was true

So depression became my truth,

Optimism just looks like a far-fetched concept

One that’s always ready to swallow me whole

And the thought of that just feels daunting.

I feel safer with the knowledge of knowing that depression was there to replace him on his side of my bed,

So I haven’t really known what it feels like to be alone

Although I can attest to feeling lonely.

I’ve seen burning bridges

Evil eyes that accepted me with warming smiles

I’ve even seen dark souls, even dying ones at times

And all these stories have become a narrative of my life.