Depression
is like scuba diving.
Usually, you come back up when your air is running out. But
very occasionally, it goes wrong, and you don't
have time to get the the surface before your breath runs out.
Then you start to sink.. So slowly. It's so
painful. When you get your air, you cry a little. But
when you're drowning, you have no air, and you can't
cry. You're empty. Hollow. Dead inside.
And the black water fills you up, swallows you, blocks out all
light and sound and destroys all your senses. All you can feel
is the pain in your chest, the neverending pain. All you want
is to finally drown and die. You need to be relieved from the
pain. It's too much. You need to go. But it's taking
forever... The pain is endless, it hurts so much, and
there's nothing you can do. Can you feel
it? Can you feel the darkness creeping in?
Overpowering your senses? All the pressure on your body and
mind... It's so hard to cope. You want to break. Your chest
is tight, you want to burst. You want to cry so hard. You
want to shatter, explode, collapse. But you can't...
You've got to hold it in. You can't show anyone all
this. You've got to keep working hard at things that are
meaningless. School, tests, hobbies... They won't matter
when you're dead.
Why should they matter
now?
