That deep breath we take before reasoning

With our thoughts, that last smile we put on

right before we stop existing. Why do I find

Comfort in my depression? 

 

Today is the new beginning of yesterday and 

Tomorrow is what’s left of today, no end to the 

maze, with little faith to even try to escape

from this dark place. Is it right to seek comfort

in my depression? 

 

The obscure colors paint and mask the fear

I used to hide the desperation leaving a 

smog-ish scent of despair to linger in my 

room. You’d never notice the faded colors 

from afar. A taste of loneliness, I am and 

always will be the comfort in my depression

without yielding.