My oldest friend, Depression

Alone in my room

Laying in bed for three days now

In the dark

With the TV flickering

in the background on mute

Listening to the buzz of the fan

As it whirls around on the ceiling

If I listen closely

I can hear my heart pound

In the empty walls of my chest

I can hear my lungs inflate and deflate

The air I’m struggling to breathe

Because the elephant in the room

Is sitting on my chest

And his name is depression

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