Reaching the point of depression where you don’t even know what to say anymore.
The weight bearing down on your chest grows heavier by the second and it almost becomes difficult to breathe. You’re so sad, but can’t quite put your finger on why that may be. You want to scream until you can no longer produce a sound. After a while you get used to fighting off the urge to break down and lose yourself completely. Forever left wondering if it will ever end.
