218. The Cloak Of Depression

Depression surrounds me like a cloak choking my neck and ribs wrapping around my legs tripping me up with its length Of course people say that I'm lying about it all 'go to bed and you'll better in the morning' but most of the time I don't want to ever sleep try to avoid it like a plague every time I do crash I know that I don't want to wake up Yet every day I fight my confines trying to break free sometimes I manage to put a tear in it but it still won't let me go Maybe one day the cloak will win and complete the suffocation until that day I'll keep battling hoping to throw it off for good