Depression Poem by Desiree Whitamore

I’m swallowed in my own depression. My attempts to breathe just come out as bubbles. Like a fish in the water. I feel heavy but then light. I feel like there is no where I can run. Heavy metal chains are clamping to my ankle, keeping me from happiness. When I try to undo it, my past burns my hands. Leaving their memories where the searing pain ends. Theres no one to help. My emotions sieze me and clutch my heart. Ripping away any happiness that could be there, but isn’t.
it hurts.