A Bad Day From The Diary Of Depression

A casual breeze passes by and slowly reaches into my uneven edges to swirl around peacefully laying ghosts of my past, the uncertain moments of the present and the terrifying thoughts of the future. The skies turn grey and create a heavy presence weighing down on my shoulders till they give out. The birds stop chirping, the darkness growing in depth, the trees seem barren. Afternoons turn into long dragging nights with looming anxiety. Exhaustion creeps into my bones deep draining my senses completely. A form of paralysis of my spirit and a kind of chaos that is silent in absolute void. Bound by invisible chains inside non existent walls yet they hurt my skin and leave marks forever. Inexplicable pain urges my nails to dig into the flesh to display my struggle, a showcase of my sanity falling apart.