Poem 45: Tar of depression

Tar of Depression

A heavy liquid constricts around my chest.

Once it stops moving, it hardens.

The tar covers my skin;encasing me.

Crushing me until I can no longer expand my lungs.

Its weight crushes my shoulders.

My air no longer reaches me.

I can't move anymore.

The viscous liquid has surrounded me. This Tar of Depression condemns me. Give me sanctuary. Please.