TiggerLuvsX
Bluelighter
The depression lingers in front of me like a black cloud of smoke that I can't see through. No matter how much I shoo it and try to blow it away, it still lingers. I can't see through it to the life I want to have. The smoke is starting to smother me and I don't know how much longer I will be able to breathe. My lungs are closing in and my heart isn't beating as regularly. I don't know how to clear the smoke. The smoke is staying and I am dying.
