Depression

It's started as it always has, paralyzed body followed by the inevitable. I'm dragged to the ground, my face scrapped in dirt, rocks in my teeth. I try to force myself up but it's pointless, they have me, mind, body, soul. Was my soul ever mine? 

My arms are pulled back, rope wrapped tight and I feel my joints protest. A knee to the back and I feel my air escape, the abuse isn't done just yet. I haven't given them what they want. But do I know what they really want? Is my voice, my scream, what they really want to hear?

This was never me, I should of never fallen this far. I was never this helpless, I was strong once, proud of the power I once held. Why have I become this weak? Fight, I hear my voice yell, FIGHT! I thrash, I scream, I feel the pain as a joint is ripped from a socket. I must fight this! 

Voice's bombard me and I feel it creeping back. Voice's of hate, jealousy, fear, anger and downright negativity. They want me to fall, but I want to raise. I need to pull myself away from this pain. I've been here for to long, I need to be over all of this. They don't matter anymore just the world I live in now. This moment is now, they are my past. 

I'm pushed back down, my hair is pulled, my body begins to drag. I feel a trickle of blood as my body travels over rocks and debris. I cant keep it up, my shoulder joint screams at me in pain, and my body begins to feel heavy. Gods please, my voice whispers. Gods please, I beg a little louder. Gods please, but silence is my answer. It is in that silence that I know, it is over.

I pull myself closer, I pull in and in that moment I feel everything return to normal.

I'm curled in a bed. My body is in pain. My mind is away from me. My soul is fluttering away. I curl closer to myself and feel the bed and blanket swallow me up. Hello depression, It seems we were always meant to be together...