Depression is near

My mind trying to escape depression

I'm ready to kick something-- hit something. I'm also ready to crumble to fall and break apart into nothing. Slouched I sit. I wish I could express my mind, yet no words will do it justice. I find that to keep myself from turning in and hating myself I must stay busy. Busy, busy, busy.never stop never breath. For if you do you will suffocate - you will drown, you will wish you never stopped. My mind is like this dark monster. Waiting for my weakest moments to lunge and kill all my self esteem and hope. In the dark it preys and in the dark it waits. I'll I can do is try to hide. Hide from my mind without letting it catch up to me. I'm running out of time. I've been running too long. My times almost up. The monster is closing in. It's getting ready to make its kill. It's getting ready to capture me. My soul. My spirit. My life. It's waiting for a moment to get me alone. To where no one will be able to save me. It waits and waits until I can no longer hide or run. My times almost up. Times ticking down. And yet the predator crouches in the dark. Tick tock. Times running out. No where else to turn. Soon I will turn in on myself. Soon the beast will capture me. Soon. Soon. There's no time left. This is it. My times up. I must fight for once to kill this beast. But if I kill it, will I kill myself too? It's a part of me. Can I destroy a part of myself and still live on? Or will I die. Will I let the darkness overcome me and take me under forever. Tick tock. Timed almost up. Run Katie. Run.

Author's Note

Could I write for a living? Please ignore my grammer.