The Black Cloud - Rachel Hutchins

Old friend

Wrap your arms around me

I want you to stay

Comfort me

Let me lie beneath your shade

Stifle my sobs

Console me

Absorbing sound like the sky before snowfall

No escape

Cocooned

A thick air

Muted

No echo

Entombed in silence

Still

No sunlight

Old friend

Comfort me


"There is comfort in the familiar. I find myself clinging to my depression at times as it feels like it’s the only thing I truly know and what really knows me. It feels like a huge part of me and I’m scared of who I may be without it, so I beg it to stay."


#Depression

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