how depression treated me

its a false sense of security.

its a warm, soft blanket so inviting

that you don't feel yourself suffocating under its weight

until you can't move your arms.

its the guilty pleasure of escaping the reality

it has made you dread coming home to.

its that old pair of glasses that distort your vision,

but you can't seem to take them off.

its the sad song you know makes you cry

but you just want something to feel.

its the empty feeling you get when you realize-

you've skipped four meals. you haven't left bed.

its feeling everything and nothing, all at once.

its numb.

-CH