It is in this moment of shame that I am most dishonoured
I can physically hear the folds of my clothing rumple as I collapse into the sidewalk of my mind-- skull fragments reverberating off the backs of my teeth and echoing dully in the absence of mind.
Silently and absently, I will expire -- My final call
I will die here... Even if only just in a dream
Just because you have depression does not mean it is incurable. Do something about it. Stretch your limbs, fill your lungs and hug somebody you care about. Find some sun, don't hide inside and I assure you things will actually be just "alright"