ME FADING....

 

the thing about depression is…
you start mourning yourself
while you’re still here.

you feel like you’re fading

day by day, piece by piece
and no one really notices,
because you’re still breathing.
still showing up.

you laugh when you’re supposed to.
you smile when people look.
you say “i’m fine” because it’s easier than explaining
how heavy everything feels.

but inside
you’re grieving the person you used to be.
the one who used to feel more alive,
who used to care,
who used to hope.

and the worst part?
you miss yourself,
but you can’t find your way back.
you’re stuck somewhere between who you were
and who you’re pretending to be.

and it’s so, so quiet.