Where do I go when I disappear
When my memory fails
When my eyes are blank though wide as a cold winters full moon;
Just as all-seeing and unfeeling.
Who am I when my mind is overflowing and empty simultaneously.
When im separated from all but the essentials,
The ability to breathe and talk,
though not necessarily anything sensible,
Able to think somewhat but fractional compared to normal;
An offline laptop.
Watching without seeing.
Breathing without living.
Existing without feeling.
"I have always suffered with depression, as far back as I remember. It wasn't until I was 21 when I was diagnosed and it brought everything into focus for me; suddenly I knew why I'd felt the way I had for so long. Quite a few years later I discovered writing poetry helped me understand why I felt the way I did and gave me an outlet for my confusing emotions whilst working through them."