Choking

I've heard people say depression is a numbness.
It sinks in their gut,
it wraps around their lungs,
it drowns them in the very air they breathe.

But I think they're wrong
Depression is cold so great it burns
It's heat so intense it freezes me in place
Depression is a cycle of extremes that I can't escape
It doesn't envelope me like a cloak or follow like a shadow

Depression is a hand around my throat
It chokes out my cries for help
It forces every "I'm fine, don't worry"
It silences the painful breaths and speaks beautiful lies

Depression is a threat
A promise of struggle and pain
It's an expectation

Author’s Note: I’d say I’m sorry about the excerpt but I’m really, really not lol. I’m okay though.

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