Hate life
Depression is like my shadow, it's dark, it's cold, it's not a true representative of my self, yet it follows me everywhere I go. I run, juke, hide yet ever corner I turn there it is again stalking me, waiting for its opportunity. Leave me alone!
But like a child filled with redbull and skittles, there is no getting threw, no understanding, no control.
I tell it to go away every day, but it slowly is stragling me taking away my breath, each day it's hold gets tighter and tighter making me weak. I want to fight back, but as I struggle for air I can't seem to do anything it's hold is to tight, I'm pinned down just waiting for the count. I'm done, I'm beat, nothing else to say, no happy ending here.
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