Soft Whispers

I've been depressed for a little over a week now. A semi- permanent state. I've come into the sun a few times, but I've mostly been in the dark.

It's not as deep as I've once been. It's pretty shallow, but I'm still under all the dirt and mud. It's in the back of my mind. Not always interfering, but making its presence known.

And the worse part about it, I'm not fighting it. I'm just letting it soothe me. Listening to its soft whispers. Welcoming it like an old friend.

I don't feel like fighting anymore.

No, I'm not alright.