This depression feels like

slowly drowning but somehow still breathing and wondering how much longer you have to live.

A bright, brand new watercolor set: all the colors running together: black.

Shallow conversation inducing acid reflex because you are invisible.

A gunshot wound you can’t feel, even though you want to.

Alcohol on burning flesh.

The rush of panic while looking for the boundary of the night sky.

Wilted oriental lilies.

Knowing you don’t have much longer on earth.

Perpetually feeling alone even in spaces with other people who might feel perpetually alone.

Insatiable, incessant, irritating needs for love.

Sunsets you can’t grab on to.

Sunrises you want to hide from.

Feeling certain your authenticity is gone forever.