Analouges of depression

Like a blanket from the filthiest corner of the world

Like a camouflage made from your weakest self

woven together in a sheet

Like a prisoner helplessly hanging from ankle

Like a cage made of someone else’s skin

made to stick every inch of you existence

It’s a live show to your darkest fears, and you can’t close eyes

It’s your childhood monsters, always sitting by your bedside

Do you wonder how the last molecule of oxygen feels like when you are about to suffocate to death? Do ya? ;-)

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