My depression is a vignette surrounding my mind.

Growing darker and threatening to overtake me.

Blinding me to what lies beyond the haze.

I’m trying to not let it touch me.

Once I’m in its grip, it will pull me all the way down. Placing weights upon all the wounded parts of me. 

Succumbing is lying on the bottom of the Lake and looking up at the surface, aware of the world beyond the waves but not having the desire to leave the cold depths that drown me.