Walls are closing in

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My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known—no wonder, then, that I return the love.

Søren Kierkegaard

The walls are closing in on me,

Help me,

I am suffocating.

The air is getting heavier,

All I breathe is my despair.

Misery flowing through my veins.

Fugue through my brain,

Eyes tremble through the strain.

I see myself in the mirror

And a stranger stares back,

I close my eyes,

But I cannot remember who I am,

An unfamiliar face not smiling back.

I reach out to hold,

But my fingers feel empty space.

I try crying,

But every drop is a growing pool I am drowning in.

I lay in the bed and sink,

I want to swim out,

I am flapping my arms,

Yet my hands stay unmoved.

The walls are closing in,

I am being buried,

I want to claw out,

Yet I pour more dust on me.

I want to do so much,

Yet I stay here,

Lie in wait,

Because waiting is all I can muster.

You say you’re ‘depressed’ – all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn’t mean you’re defective – it just means you’re human.

David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

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