Stuck deep in a dark hole, it's suffocating me. I can't breathe, I am crying, sobbing.
When the day starts I begin to slowly climb upwards and I could feel myself becoming happier, climbing towards the light. As I climb my frown turns into a sad smile and as I come near the light my smile is now a grin.
Happy.
A weird feeling.
I know it's not going to last.
With every step I take towards the light I become more exhausted, and in a second I am slipping, falling, dying slowly, depressed more than ever before.
I am back to the same place as before if not deeper. However, now I have less hope and more exhausted eyes. Then I realize why I keep falling, as I think about the stress bumping into me as I climb, the negative thoughts pulling me downwards as if they are gravity, the different bags of stress, commands, judging society, high expectations, disappointment, failure...
My head.
I cannot breathe.
The next day, I climb up again on the ladder that are my friends to the light of happiness, but every disappointing look holds me down, every real joke punches me in the heart, but I need to accept it, this is the most fun I'll ever have, but it's never enough.
I still can't breathe.
I never reached the light.
I am still alive but I never felt more dead, my heart replaced by a hole, after crying too much there is a path for my tears on my cheeks.
This continues to happen until I fall deeper than ever inside the the pitch black hole. Until I can't even see the light, until I lose all hope, until I no longer have friends, no longer have a ladder.
I'll continue to be a punching bag for life in the black dark hole called depression.
