depression.
it's like the heaviness in your backpack.
as you start to go on your journey it's light, but as you continue on people start filling them with rocks.
the more society rejects you the bigger and heavier the rocks get.
you can't ever escape.
it crushes down on you, making even the simplest things like tying your shoes or chewing your food seem like a twenty-mile hike uphill.
it's part of you; it's in your blood and bones.
and it's impossible to escape

unless you give up

unless you let go of that backpack

unless you alleviate that heaviness

unless you remove you