I Battle Depression

The fog got thicker. She is slowly disappearing into the musty clouds. It wraps around her legs and grips tightly onto her body, as to consume her soul into it. She is cold now, she gets that way when she is frightened. Her whole existence is shattered; ripped; filled with poison and hate. Exhaustion sets in. This isn't even the worst of it. The worst is when she gets so hurt, so badly beaten, that she doesn't even feel it anymore. She's lost, they've won. They always win. She isn't strong enough to fight the storm anymore, not strong enough to stand against the wind. So she will just let it beat her, she has lost all of her strength. Lost all will. "Everything will be alright," she says. It's a long way down when you're so far up, and she's falling hard. Of course no one will catch her, so she closes her eyes, and meets her fate.