I Battle Depression

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