Numbness of The Darkness

Let me lay on the ground, my tears becoming a puddle round my face while my chest filled with pain with every breath while my heart that's become unable to protect me any longer. As it has become shattered, scattering shards like glass that become the sharpish breath as I feel my heart slip apart from a once whole structure. My throat tightening from shards of glass as air barely makes it to my lungs in tight whimpers of breath, filled with hurt and disappointment.

No one will truly understand the effects of this depression, for it is like a shadow the lurks behind our every move with a shadowy claw that's a shattering reminder that I'm alone and as quickly as I try and rebuild it is equally quick to undo everything I work so hard on, this shadowy claws grip is insanely cruel.

One last deep breath as I close my eyes once again, hoping the pain will fade that it will just disappear or that floor will be my grave site, so I can fade fully into the darkness as this ever numb emotionless pit is too much. But sadly I do not fade any further, I remain on the edge between living and death, emotionless and numb living each day in a shadow form of myself, a robotic death trying to get through each day but deep down crumbling, watching dreams and hopes ripped apart.