EXAMINE YOUR LUNGS
Depression comes in a mushy and sticky form. Needles pierce through your lungs, leaving pain to sneak in every time you breathe. Left with no options but to use the mush to cover up the punctures, you buried this gloomy feeling inside your chest. Puddles dripping on the floor were about to sink you, but you lie still. Does this mean you are satisfied with your current status as a human?
What you ever had were just questionable cures and infinite void.
My viscera talked to me 