Suffocation

     You did the mistake that many of your ancestors had done, and many of your descendants will do, and now you are suffering from its consequences. Suffocated, strangled. The atmosphere is turning into airless vacuum, places are turning into dark boxes of solitude, and walls are jails of barbed wires, getting closer and closer, till they tear your flesh apart, till they get you totally crushed. And the people, they turn into hollow shadows, with no marked features, no faces, no details, just piles of dust surrounding you, staining you, infecting you till you turn like them. And you, you cry inside in pain, down in the cage of depression, your body responds with weakness, and your mind joins with numbness. Yet, you can feel it all: your lungs are not producing much oxygen, your chest is so contracted, and your heart....well, it is going bloodless! 
    You put your trust on a person you did not know well. You believed everything that person says, everything that person does. You believed in the best of him (or her!). You saw something in him and ran after it like a little child, till you got captivated. Like a puppet, you got manipulated, you got used, you got played with, and like a puppet, you faced one of three eventual fates: either you got broken and damaged, or you got thrown away, or you got put away, totally neglected, till dirt buries you alive. 
     You are the hero of your drama, and you keep on fighting and fighting, wars of words and wars of silence, wars of love and wars of hate. But like every hero, there comes a fall. And you fall a victim of your own hamartia. So down and below, at the land of depression, and the tunnels of suffocation...