In the title line, the experience is quickly given to the reader, as feeling “...a Funeral, in my Brain,” (1), meaning that as a living, conscious person, a depressed being at times feels that inside his or her own brain, there is a funeral being held to commemorate the failed attempts at living life to the fullest. These funerals are the realization that yet again, they are being engulfed with
In the title line, the experience is quickly given to the reader, as feeling “...a Funeral, in my Brain,” (1), meaning that as a living, conscious person, a depressed being at times feels that inside his or her own brain, there is a funeral being held to commemorate the failed attempts at living life to the fullest. These funerals are the realization that yet again, they are being engulfed with