depression is that friend you never wanted, it’s that feeling you’re being haunted. you tell yourself to snap out of it but the prospect of smiling again is daunting. it’s a boulder in your gut that inspires self-hatred and it’s taunting you. it eats away at your liver every time you try to recover and tears form in the corners of your eyes because things haven’t been alright for a while. the prospect of eating is absurd; of cleaning or showering: it’s unheard of. it’s a virus, it’s a disease, you don’t know what but you want it gone. carve deep cuts into your chest begging your soul to rid itself of the unwanted guest, catatonia takes its place and eventually, there is nothing left. it’s a pit of endless gloom, and your heart it will consume, tunneling your body for its own room, the companion you never needed with you.
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