Это я написала когда находилась в глубокой депрессии в прошлом году



Sadness …
Not weight, but the space
inside;
Sadness – when want to howl on the Moon,
But the sky is grey and cloudy – even no Moon…
When want to touch a warm thing,
It turns out a bitter cold and disgusting;
When want to hide and be safe –
Can’t find any place,
Even the safest one is dangerously dark and full of ghosts
Threatening you with more isolation;