People's view of depression varies.
It's a joke.
A burden.
An illness, life changer, simple barrier.
To some it's like a film.
A thick, plastic covering that's always in your way.
Sometimes you can see through it,
But it is always there.
You push and stab at in,
while screaming at the top of your lungs,
for someone to notice and help you tear it down.
But they can't see it.
They can't see where it wraps around your waist.
Or the strings it has tied around your wrist.
They don't know it's blocking your airways.
Suffocating you until you are forced to breathe it in.
You feel it fill your lungs,
Putrid darkness rushes through your viens and poisons your mind.
And for that moment,
It's everything.
