You know the worst part about depression? How easy it is to just slip back into the cocoon of nothingness. Emptiness. Just taking a step back when you've been dealt a hard blow, whether subconsciously doing so or not, and letting yourself fall back into the false security that numbness gives you for a brief time. I'd do another poem, but words elude me tonight. All there is, is this...no word fits it. Emptiness? No. Nothingness? No. Pit of blackness? No. Because its all those and more. It's a feeling of disconnectedness. From myself and from the world around me.