Tight fingers
Grab my neck
I cannot move –
In an iron grip
Shadowed waters
Pull me under
I need!
Air
Tight fingers
Grab my neck
I cannot move –
In an iron grip
Shadowed waters
Pull me under
I need!
Air
Well, I’m not doing a very good job at fighting it. Always seem to wake up in a low mood, and stay in a low mood. I miss people and interaction. Extended family. My sister, nieces, my mother-in-law who passed but I still miss chatting to her, school friends, old friends who have moved away.
I used to love visiting my mother-in-law and staying the night. She was very easy to chat to. I used to wonder who will I chat to when she is no longer here.
I feel jealousy over a friend who moved to Sydney, and automatically included in a few social circles. My longing for social interaction is so strong. My low moods and awkward social skills probably don’t help. I have bad habits. Like staring at people, sometimes I fixate on something, and don’t realize I’m staring at that person. It happened the other day at the office. There were two people chatting beside me and I looked over at one of them. I didn’t realize I was staring until she called me out on it. I’m sorry, she said, are we talking too loud? Um, no. I turned back to my computer.
Anyway, I guess it is the season where many people feel some loss.
My bed is the only place I want to be
So I’ll put a pillow over my head
And be alone in my dark mood
If anyone is looking for me
I am playing dead
(And after that, I will roll up my sleeves and learn Angular2. Because I can.)
I turn to the sun and see brightness and light
I look within and feel courage and life
In the depths of despair I will hold out my arms
And gently be lifted from the dark well surrounds
To the higher, brighter, sun-drenched place
Of life, and light, and safety
Panic is rising
Rising up and
Light is growing
Growing dimmer
While darkness
Is darkening
I steel myself
Trying to keep
Safe from
Demons inside
Rising up to
Throttle
My heart
Not knowing
Where to go
Or where to turn
I hold myself

I want to stay in bed the whole day
but I have to get up
i don’t want to be me

Accusations
Scream inside my mind
Challenging
My every move
My every word
I close my eyes
And dream
Of life
And
Freedom from
The world around
The world within
Battles fought
And many lost
I am free until
A merciless
Dawn
Returns me to
My inner
Strife

In deep despair
I hold myself
In blackened day
I cry to you
You do not hear
You do not care
And silently
I bear my pain