struggling

The weight of my chest holds me down, As I sink deeper into this depressive town. A hollow shell, an empty vessel, Lost in a world that feels so unsettled. Each breath I take feels like a chore, As I long to break free from this dark lore. But the chains of depression hold me tight, Constricting my soul, draining my light. Like a maggot, it feeds on my pain, Feasting on the flesh, leaving me drained. I'm getting fucking tired.