Sometimes it hurts to breath. I've took those pills, I've talked to that counselor, I've been to that place but nothings changed. They say every breath you take should be a reminder that your still alive and you should be thankful. But breathing is the thing that keeps the demons coming. You see all these scars? Those are the demons that scratch and claw late at night and to the morning. I'm not gonna bother to try to blame the cat, because the cat isn't here anymore. Maybe it never it was , maybe it was the demons disguised as something so innocent so you would let it in. Only to see it form into your future. Well, that's depression for you, just like something as small as a cat, it can sweep you away and now your trapped in a home you barely know, inside a body that don't feel like your own. But what are you to do you can't fight it it's got you in so deep so you just keep going, so weak but you don't let nobody see what's the point if all they can do is stand outside and look at you through the glass.
YOU ARE READING
The Battles of Depression
Short StoryThings that I wrote when I was down maybe a few of you will understand may even help some of you who do.
