Depression is like global warming,

but with no control of the snow.

It's like a blizzard,

a hurricane

in my tank,

in my little glass box

where I hide,

and cry to survive

The force

My traumatic past

turning into a breaking future

a future,

so bleak

a future,

that I don't want to keep

Getting worse and worse everyday

every minute

every hour

every petrifying second

and yet no step,

no step towards

freedom

or love,

for the end is close to come