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.