Depression Static

by Sarah McKinnon
(Brisbane, Australia)

Riding on a wayward star,
Travelling the states of my mind.
Looking for a place to land,
Ignoring the warning signs.
I wake up looking for happiness,
Indeed it's everywhere.
But I seem only to bring sadness home,
From all my worries and cares.
Tripping between the days,
Sometimes I feel so alone.

So much static feels the air,
I find it hard to breath.
So alive but scared to death,
I wonder when it will leave.
No one can save you from yourself.
People can stir the dust,
But they can't remove it from your shelf.

I need to find a way,
To blow these insecurities away.
But my breath isn't strong enough.
And I wonder if I can go on for long enough...
Like this.