Like a hole

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depression is like a hole
a hole that u dig
by yourself
the deeper you dig
the harder it is
to get out

it starts as a second voice in your head
a voice telling you you can’t do it
you are in too deep
it would be easier to just give in
death
dying
die

my heart is stopping
my brain has melted
into oblivion
i have to breathe to stay alive
i have to keep waking up
keep getting up
keep walking
till i cant

there is the second voice
breaching my thoughts
incessant in its existence
it is my every day
this existence
though it is correct

it is getting harder and harder to get up
i must live
i have to keep writing
and looking for escape
into normality