Depression Comma

It keeps clawing at my skin.

I felt it. I saw it.

I know it's there. It has to be.

It's weighing me down.

Not a smile on my face or even a grin.

I feel it like a cat’s claw.

Tearing my flesh apart.

Sinking deeper and deeper.

Already ripped through all my clothes.

It even begins to gnaw.

Pain so piercing I cannot stop it.

Piercing through the curtains…

Into my window but I'm protected.

Protecting the heart inside.

That wants to get away for a bit.

Maybe I'll go.

The clawing stopped.

Now I'm shaking.

The shaking stopped.

Now I'm fading again. Let me go.