The Struggle

Living with depression Surrounded by this invisible box, I live my life. I feel no joy, no warmth of companionship. Though I am surrounded by the ones I love they cannot reach me. My mind is in an unstoppable strain to keep my appearance. They sense something is wrong but can do little to help. I am out of touch with reality and do not care. What is there to do when I have no feelings, when my world is contained by seclusion loneliness? I strive to defeat the invisible opponent, I cry when alone from the lack of contact. I am stuck in a void where you see no end, I want seclusion but I hate to be alone. I have to find a way out before I am defeated indefinitely. Who do I turn to, who has the power to give me life? If I choose death I will find peace and the pain will end. If I choose death the pain will just begin.