The Truth Pt 2 Poem by Rickardo BecklesBurrowes

When you design depression
how do you add the sorrow?
Does it open with rejection?
Or maybe a blinding truth
both born of each other.
Moments crowded by thoughts,
days endless with cyclical meaning,
knowing this is where it started.
When you claw unwanted smoke inside
drinking till your liver breaks the bank, adrift.
Sad songs seem singular
words aimed at the lonely - calling you home, as you ache till the turn of morning.
It becomes the hum inside
bearing down in your heart like staccato notes.
This isn't what you expected
for a world which turns your life over again -
smiling silent.
The direction of your life knew all along what would be,
and now, so do you.