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I Think it's Time.
The room creaks as it settles in the night.
Pleasantly warm but yet cooling, gentle breeze sweeps through the cracked window,
Creating a howl throughout the room.
oh,
My body feels heavy.
Numb.
The bed hugs me so gently until I finally feel the need to give in and let it suffocate me.
My blanket has me imprisoned in its soft,
Comfortable,
Fuzzy material.
The room slowly becomes darker,
My eyes begin to shut.
Is this what it feels like to let sorrow become you?
Is this the last symptom of my illness?
This is it, its time.
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There is always that one person who has the question.
"What's it like to be depressed?"
It is a question that I can't even gather words to answer.
I can show you.
I can write about it.
I can describe what it feels like at my lowest, the nights I'd rather let it take over me and just disappear.
But you will never truly understand what it feels like until you experience it yourself.
This is as close as I can tell you,
I hope you understand.