heavy in Things I Write When Im Sad

I’m so heavy. I don’t know what is holding me down, but something weighs on my bones, my back, my shoulders, on my very soul. To move is to use all the energy I have. To think is to drain me of every resource. To even consider the end is comforting. An end to this oppression brought on by my own mind, an end to the seemingly endless suffering. to quiet my mind and calm my nerves i would do anything. To get rid of this weight I would do anything, it hurts to move, just typing makes me tired. My eyes burn when they close, the world turns behind my eyelids, the weight dragging me down even further into the depths of my own darkness. Dragging me further into whatever hell this is. to win is to fight with a strength i don’t have. To live is to try with a determination i do not possess. i want to be dragged under into oblivion, to not have to think or move or sing or speak. let me breathe. take the weight off of my lungs and let me inhale. take the burden off of my heart and let me feel. take the pain off of my mind and let me die.