In The Night

A poem about depression stemming from breakup

Photo by Kristina Tripkovic on Unsplash

Another night spent sleepless
My mind a prison, my heart a mess
Tears flow down my cheeks
As they have for so many weeks
Drops of blood spill to the floor
But I feel the sting of the knife no more
I feel neither joy nor pain
Haven’t gone crazy but definitely not sane
Feel neither happiness nor sorrow
No regret over yesterday, no yearning for tomorrow
The world outside this locked door
Might as well not exist anymore
For I died the night our forever
Turned into, “it’s over”.