Depression is often hard to describe.
It is like...
I am sitting in a pit.
It is dark.
Sticky.
Like someone dumped hot tar,
right into my head.

Like someone tied my hands behind my back and asked me to play the piano.
Like someone blindfolded me and then asked me to take an eye test
Like someone broke my legs and then asked me to run a marathon.

There's glimmers of light, like dying embers floating through the air.
I am scared to touch them, even though i can use them to make more light,
and escape.
I could get burned in the process.

I cant seem to understand why
I am afraid of getting better

But really what is worse?
Being burned for the better,
or drowning in the thick, choking, vanta black of your own thoughts?