Death

This is about how depression hurts you on the inside!

I need comfort,
I need freedom,
comfort and freedom from the horrors of the day,
of the week,
of the month,
of the year; but most of all from myself.
So I can be me.
So I don't have to feel unwanted and deprived of air and love.
I need to be me,
and me needs to be free from depression and drama.
This is not freedom.
This is not comfort.
This is Death.