Lost

I am grieving on the inside without telling anyone how I feel. I feel like the whole universe is out there to get me and there’s no escape from it.

Everyday I feel like I’m going around in circles with nowhere to go. Everytime I try to reach out to anyone or anything no one seems to hear me.

I feel like a voice echoing in my own little secluded space. A space with no escape. A space that’s either too tight to breathe or too loose to find comfort.

As the sun shines on my eyes as I open them first thing in the morning, it just reminds me that it’s another hell of a day. Another day to get through, another day to just go with the flow.

I’m not broken... Depressed is such a big word to define how I feel... What I feel would probably be an understatement of how a depressed person would feel.

I want to reach out. I want to be heard. I want someone or something to get me out of this dark or someone to bring light into it.

I want to stop going around in circles not knowing where the road might end. I want to be found.