i will sit with you in the dark
These little pleas we extend to depression. Deals with our devil. I’m still here. But I’m not at the forefront of this vessel. I can’t stop the tears, I can’t reason with my logic. An anchor to my chest binds me to this place in the dark recesses of my being and depression steers. I can see where we’re walking and I know what I … Continue reading i will sit with you in the dark