Depression is

The halls are quiet. I am frightened the presence has returned to successfully end me. This dark entity is swarming around me. I feel my enemies trying to surround me and I am drowning. Downing alcohol and pounding tylenol when I am tired of it all. I've lost sight of the finish line. I confide in the line "I am fine" so others don't see the warning signs. I feel alone and on my own. Next door with friends I still feel miles from home. Depression is ruminating. Depression is exasperating. Depression is my past and my future, and my future has no means of escaping.