I Battle Depression

[b]There is a place in my mind[/b], where I spend a lot of time against my will. It’s a locked room of perpetual [b]sadness[/b]. I am simply in it, yet the key is lost. So I keep [b]banging[/b] on the door. I keep banging and banging on it until [b]blood[/b] runs out of my veins, and [b]drips[/b] from my fingers. Because I want out. I wanna see other places that are [b]in my head[/b]. I know they’re there because I used to be in them a lot. A room of [b]happiness[/b]. Or the room of [b]motivation[/b]. [b]But I can’t[/b]. And with my bloodied fingers and broken body I realize that I can’t do anything against this. All the [b]struggling[/b] to get out, is it even worth it? I [b]don’t have the strength[/b] to get out. And so I close my eyes, and think of nothing. Because forgetting I am here is the only way to not [b]lose myself[/b].