Mind of the depressed many

It starts with knowing how to hide the arc of pain, walking throughout the day vigorously a facade. Smile on the outside but in the inside it’s upside down, more of a frown. Speaking erratically within contemplations, due to lowkey adverse situations to an already shakey path. Walking more with a limp no power as hours fade into a rugged mist. This is one who pick unwisely the wrong grail, living day to day in the turmoil of hell. Wanting to bail out of the structure from whence thee came, in hopes the soul will find its way to a new physique with no baggage remain. Yet it would cause grief to those who my love yet the feeling is mutual its all the same. Crying out silently for an intervention as others would think its for narcissistic attention not to mention there’s something deeper imbedded within, fighting a strong fight but losing the win. When is it enough, the starting over and over as times grow older, and the mundane spill its verbiage as the weight of the end is barring on the shoulders. Figuring out the next move without back to the way bottom, coined lazy because the bottom is not your exception, accepting that path ahead is not true purpose, driven with anger about this part of life. Hearing success stories of others coming out of plight, crying internally as venting out on social media seems right but left to be wrong and about this thing called life, the thrill is gone!

The Real Moody Human