Take a deep breath of sweet relief, exhale the warm noxious gas. I feel the familiar tickle in center of my throat. Quick comes the numbness of body and mind if only for a minute.

When i was a kid i wanted to do what my father did,
but i was to caught up in that Pokemon shit,
i was a Captain Crunch and Ninja Turtles kid,
not even sure if i was my fathers kid.

am i a broken man?, the letters seem to slow me down at times i dont think straight, the words flow from a nothingness that is me, i am what i am but not what i want to be, a broken soul, a broken person, just broken, my depression gets the best of me and the words still flow like water from a broken glass, that is me, the broken glass, i am sharp and see through, i am visible by all and invivble

Depression is a strange feeling. I know it's a huge cliche, the depressed poet, but if you notice, this is no poem, this is me writing what is. I don't know why i feel this way, i understand it is a brain thing, not enough dopamine or whatever the hell it may be, but I hate and enjoy the feeling at the same time. I just want to cry sometime, is that normal?