Depression Is My Kryptonite

Unexplained

The feeling in my chest is different from before.
It's like the cold warmth, but there's a new element to it.
Something undefined.
It's holding me from the base of my neck.
Slowly suffocating what's left.
I'm on the verge of tears and all I feel is fear.
It continues to change.
With every opportunity it adds a new obstacle into the mix.
I can hear her in the back of my head.
She won't shut up.
The others seem to have fled.
What would you do if you were them?
Would anyone stick around to help out?
Or am I just destined to be alone?
Suffocating and changing.
Turning into a stranger again.
Who I've become is someone I don't recognize.
And much to my dismay, I can't grasp what's left of myself.
The original version of me is long gone for sure, but this one is terrifying in new ways.
Ways that I can't even explain.
And it all rests subconsciously.
Somewhere no one else can see.
Just there for me.