Depression

Before I knew it, it was 4am

I haven’t felt a breath of air in years

All my pain has blended into a lump sitting in the center of my chest

I don't think anything has ever weighed more than this feeling

I'm drowning again

I'm always drowning

Always thinking, each thought pulling me further into myself

I don't know if i will get out, I don't know if i want to

Sinking is all that I know, it's all that I have

It's all that I am

A sinkhole, piled to the brim that only burrows deeper

Lost and then found, found and then lost

There is no path here, just choices

Right

Wrong

They hold no power over the outcome

I sink regardless