Depression Is My Kryptonite

It Hurts

It hurts to fucking breathe.
I keep having mini spasms throughout my day and it's only 10:26.
My chest hurts.
I'm still out of it.
But all that I can feel is pain.
The cold warmth keeps hitting the same fucking spot.
My back is so painfully warm.
I don't think it feels like you're hugging me anymore.
Probably because I don't think you would want to.
I feel like I'm going to cry.
Lay down and just die.
I still can't breathe.
I wish I could just leave.
Stay out of everyone's way.
Even if it's just for a day.
They'd probably comment on how calm they feel and their joy, although they won't be able to place what's missing from their day.
What annoyance finally went away.
Maybe one day I will.
I'll just disappear and not say a word about it.
See who really cares that I'm not there.
No one.
I'm tired.
I just want to take a break.
But I'd be too worried to ever really go away.
There's different kinds of tired.
When you're in need of sleep and when you're in need of peace.
I hate sleep.