Dysania The soft blanket wrapped its arms around me. It was trying to keep me— warm, to keep me— in bed, to keep me— here. When I would try to set myself free, It held tighter to keep me— from leaving, to keep me— from living, to keep me— here. Let me go, please. It's hard to breathe. Why do you like to keep me— I still feel cold, to keep me— I can't feel your warmth, to keep me— I hate it here. I hate you, too. I want to be alone; I won't be lonely. I beg of you, not to keep me— from leaving anymore, to keep me— from living anymore, to keep me— from being here anymore. Just go away, please. I despise you. Leave. Do not keep me— I am not yours, do not keep me— I do not want you, do not keep me— I want to live. #MentalIllness ##depression
