Depression

I feel like I have a brain tumour that’s sucking the life out of me and bleeding me dry. I’m empty, I’m nothingness. I’m barely alive but my heart keeps on beating. I feel nothing but stabs of insight into this illness. Nothing but fouthcoming blame. I smile, I am dead. There’s another tumour in my chest. Compressing my insides, crushing them to pulp. I’m choking on air like I can’t breathe. I make no sound. I am afraid of so much I can’t take this