Depression Room

Four walls, all black, no windows...

Yet somehow I can see the world around me. It's so vivid, so real.

I can't touch it, can't be part of it though somehow I am.

Not living, only existing.

The only true sound is the painful thump, thump, thumping of my own heart.

Everything else I experience is a lie.

Please come find me here in this cube of monotonous agony.

Pull me out of this shallow grave and into being...

-L-