Depression

Depression
I wake up to a weight in my chest. I can’t breath. It feels as though there is an anchor attached to my spine trying to pull me down into the earth. Someone is holding me down. I can’t find the strength to fight them to sit up. My mom comes into my room. "Get up" I can’t. She says, "take a shower and we have lights for a reason use them" I can’t. She says, "Eat some breakfast" I can’t. I say, Mom this is getting to hard, I can’t ignore it anymore, I think I want to try medicine. She says, "No. Stop being weak. Fix your own problems" But mom I can’t.
This isn’t me. Help, please. I feel trapped inside my body. Like my depression has possessed me and taken over. I’m inside my body, hiding in a deep dark corner, scared. Mom please listen, I need you. Mom where are you? Mom why don’t you listen?
You say you want to help but all you do is hurt. I say, I don’t want to be here anymore. She says, "Get over it" I scream.
She threatens to commit me. She ignores me. Yet acts like she can read me like a book.