Anxety or depression is air
Oxygen
The thing you as a human breath in everyday taking more and more in
But you have no choice
You poison it everyday also to help yourself live
To just re-inhale the now intoxicated substance that surrounds you
But the only thing is
Is that you need it
It's always there
You can't leave it either
You can't just run away from it
Never
No matter what
There is no point running
Because you will just run and run
Until you run out of the thing you are running from
That's the on-going cycle
You can't stop the cycle
Or you go down a path towards death
That's also part of the cycle
To think about death
You can't skip that part
Or any part in fact
Weather you live a normal, happy life
You have been placed in this horror of just
Air
It doesn't seem much does it?
Maybe I am exaggerating
But there is load of it
Everywhere
All the time
In every situation
In every place
At every time
It's there destroying you to pieces
But you can't see it
That's another problem
It's translucent,
Transparent,
Unambiguous
Doing nothing but beating you right to the bone until you give up fighting back
And let it take over you
Your life
What you do
What you not do
You let it limit you
That's when you realise that it's the cause of all the destruction in your so called life
That's when you realise this it's the cause of everything
That's the moment when you realise you're depressed
But it's only air...
