Thank god for depression I can understand. Feelings I know how to feel

To be sore and damp

cryptic blood, still blood, dripping from my eyes
behind my eyes
pain
Still silent through the screeching and smashing
only staring; wondering how to stop it
but not trying
To be fine, but not hoping
I'll be fine but not striving
Walking through streets and worry
shushing care and feeling
hushing woe and wonder
nothing inspiring
nothing too taxing
nothing to die for
no maryter, no murder, no wish
but not praying