everything is caged in glass

confining you to a portion of an uncharted world

everything you encounter acquires a plasticine quality

somewhere between the realm of reality and fiction

and the blurred boundaries only plunge you into a deeper sense of detachment

from everything

and everyone

you no longer think in flighty song lyrics

but in choppy corrosive phrases

that burn your tongue too much to ever say

so it infects your mind instead

misery becomes like an old acquaintance you long to bear you company

as the wretchedness evolves from a thought to a palpable pain

Cast down on your shoulders until you can no longer support the weight

and you fall

and fall

and fall

this is how it feels to suffer from depression