Depression
Before I knew it, it was 3am. I haven’t felt a breath of air in years. All my pain has blended into a lump sitting in my chest. I don't think anything has ever weighed more than this feeling. I am drowning again. I'm always drowning. Always thinking, each thought sinks me deeper. I don't know if i will get out, I don't know if i want to. Sinking is all that I know, it's all that I have. That's all that I am. A sinkhole, piled to the brim that only burrows deeper. Lost and then found, found and then lost. There is no path here, just choices. Wrong, right, they have nothing to do with it. I sink regardless.