You were my weakness,
You had always been my weakness.

I am sitting at the table.
                                                looking at my microwave food.


                                         I am eating it raw...

                                                           Cause five minutes is too long.

            when Depression is whispering in your ears.

                                I am happy that I even made it out of the bed.

which mean I was strong enough. To fight against the darkness.

                      That usually P
                                               U
                                                  L
           ­                                     L
                          ­                    S
                                          
                                             M
                                                 E

                                                 D
                                               O
                                                W
             ­                                      N
      
                                       ...Into an oblivion prison...



Where                                 -Loneliness-                         is my only cellmate.
                                            

                                            
I am sitting at the table.

                                                        W­ISHING
                                                          ­                     U
That I someday will gain the power to stand P
                                                                ­                    ...against the sickness...

                                                 That  ç̗̟̲̱̰͈̹̻͎͆̃̒͌͛̆̌̀̽͠o̧͇̤̘̳̱̹̟͉̼͆̿̌̄̔͒̂́͌͑ṟ̯̰̙̙͈̂̂̈́̋̆̌̊̓̐̀­̼̬̟̩ŕ̛̬̖̙̣̮͖̤̰̱̊̇̅̈́̽̇̈̑ͅu̗̙̯̙̙͍͇̦̗̤̅̅͛̈́́̓͒̇͆͝p̡̢̧̘͇̝̙̜̈͐̅́̏̀̊̿͘͝­̨̱t̨̡̡̧̲̮̗͖̳͎͒͐̄̍͑̈́͊͋͂͝s̡̜̤͚̳͇͎̤͓̓̓͗̃̏̐̈́̇̆͜͝ my heart...




...

There is always a reason to why we feel a certain way.
Sometimes we do not express it because we are afraid to meet it face to face, we are scared of confronting the mere thing that makes us weak.

Other times,
We do not because we get too comfortable in our sadness, we become too familiar playing the victim

But regardless of what we choose it eats us up like how a leech nibbles on flesh and without expression your heart can never recover .