There are million of ways how you could describe depression and how you feel when you're depressed. One way is like, imagine you're locked in a cell or a cage. You're alone in the dark. And the key? It's right in your hands. You're holding the key that leads you to freedom. But there is a problem. Imagine you're at the end, you want to get out, you're suffocating, you're feeling the pressure and so much more. Why wouldn't you open the door with the key you may ask? Because you can't. You don't know how to use the key. It may sound stupid or obvious for other people but you can't fully understand it until you experienced it. Some even have to search the key others have to even tho it's right in front of them.
For this chapter I was inspired by NF. So check out his song Outcast, he is really talented¡¡¡ I also wanted to thank my readers and those who comment that they actually think this is creative or poetic, it actually inspires me too now. I can't say I don't feel depressed or something like that but surprisingly I felt calm writing that^^'
Have a great day/night and take care of yourself^^don't forget to eat¡
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