I wish this feeling wasn't real

Every day, the suffering continues. 

It reaches deep into my heart.

I drink coffee to ease the pain.

But it continues non-stop.

It feels as if something sharp has cut me.

I feel like I'm walking in fog.

I fail to see where I'm going.

Every day, I fall into the smog. 

My life just seems bleak.

I always think I'm acting on a whim.

I've lost interest in everything I do.

A victim of depression—that's who I am.

I feel sick.

It's like there's no cure for my sickness.

I work hard to ignore my anguish and sadness.

Maybe death is the only cure for my troubles.

I feel like I could stay alone in my room forever.

When I try to ease the feeling, my thoughts disagree.

I feel uncomfortable around other people.

Something tells me to end my existence today. 

I wish this feeling wasn't real.

I feel like I'm in prison.

I am caged alone.

I'm not sure how long I will last in this cage.

I guess I'll have to end it myself.

It's not what I have chosen in my life.

But I'll have to die and rest for good.