Depression is not a game
The lights did not fade... they were devoured, one by one, by an unseen mouth that knew my name before I did.
In the hollow they left, a sickening silence took root, thick as dried blood, heavy as a sealed coffin, cold as a forgotten corpse that refuses to decay.
This is not sadness.
It is an abyss with lungs, a darkness breathing down my neck, slowly chewing through the hours until every minute loses its face and every day forgets its name.
The world has become a lifeless pane of glass; beyond it, colors bleed into shadows, voices drown before reaching me, and hope hangs by a worn thread shivering before it breaks.
There is no dawn here.
Only an endless night, an eternal winter, where the sun has forgotten I ever existed, and time walks barefoot across the ruins of my soul.
My chest is an abandoned house, its doors chained shut, its windows buried beneath dust.
Ghosts sit beside me in silence, while the darkness learns to whisper my name.
Only my heartbeat remains, stubborn, like a dying candle refusing to surrender, reminding me that, even among the ruins, something still breathes...
though it has long forgotten what it felt like to be alive.
@newgirldark