That’s what this feeling is. Suffocation, the air around me just too thick to breath. Shh, its okay. I whisper these words in vain, knowing it won’t.
I fought off this depression, its been gone for so long. Unable to peg my trigger I feel so weak, so helpless. Like the world is stacked against me, and I must go it alone.
I hurt. My heart, my mind, my wounds. Why won’t this pain cease? How cruel, that it simply receded into my memories, only to attack me at full force.
May sleep silence this monster. Good night.