I sometimes look up in the horizon and feel like I’m stuck in a trance.
I feel so lost in a maze of confusion and uncertainty.
Tears fall down my cheeks and I’m at a loss to explain why I’m crying.
I feel stifled by a shrinking room that I cannot hold open.
I yearn to burst through my bubble but I can’t seem to set myself free from the never ending web.
My thought wander to an unknown land and I begin to wonder if I’m really sane.
I seem to drown deeper in my ocean of depression and I can no longer hold my head above the water.
The inner strength I once had keeps breaking away a piece at a time.
Time seems to have stood still because my days and nights are similar.
I can no longer hide behind the facade of a fake smile.
I’m falling apart with each passing day.
Darkness has become my norm and light has become a distant memory,
Hope has become a fleeting presence,
Joy is now only an imagination of the past,
Peace is now a foreign concept.
Gloom is all I understand.
I cannot see myself as I should,
Because my mirror image rebels
No one wishes to have dark days, sleepless nights, grumpy mornings and this endless dark tunnel with no sign that it will ever end. Depression is not a choice.
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