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depression
It’s like being underwater
and everyone has an oxygen tank
but your’s has a hole in it.
you want to scream for help
but you’re scared to lose your oxygen
you stay quiet and nobody notices that something is wrong.
You try to do gestures
hoping someone will notice
but instead it seems like you are looking for attention
how dare you?
They only notice when your oxygen is so low you just lay there,
in exhaustion
never moving.
They assume you’re being lazy
how dare you?
You suddenly start to agree with them and blame yourself
you shouldn’t have broken it
and it doesn’t really make sense
but you know that there is nobody else to blame.
You want to rip your broken oxygen off and throw it away
you wouldn’t be able to breath anymore
but anything is better than the neverending suffocating.
