In the quiet of the night it comes

What are we doing to improve our situation?
What can we do to improve our situation?

I jump
I scream
I strangle
Inside my head
I crave peace of mind
Maybe not hard enough
Avoidance
Acceptance
And then?

All inside.

Everyone has their own problems.
Everyone repeats the same comforting yet comfortless words
They don't know what to say
It's not their problem
They don't want to cross the "so call" (pathetic) line

Depression shall not conquer me,
I won't allow it.