The Heavier Thoughts

It's late again.

Almost a new year...
I don't know where to begin, so i'll take my time writing this, this time...

God, I feel like i'm kiting.
Running away, running from the things i once thought were normal...
Come to find out they weren't.

I don't even know why i write anymore...
A sad sight of a boy with little skill and no set pattern,
who is using a broken lantern to guide his ever suffering and wandering feet.

His pain is worn on his shoulder,
His heart on his sleeve.

He feels dead inside... I guess that's what depression will do to someone.

His demons are this world. Everyday life looking to put him under.
A poor boy brought up in a world which is at his neck every second of life he want to quit, he want's to leave, he wants to leave it all behind him.

He wishes he could have joy, and happiness, except he drew the short end of the stick, and was left with the emotional heap of anxiety and depression..

He can't remember the last time he was genuinely 'happy'
and to be honest, I can't either.