Depression 

is like being trapped

in a cardboard box

if I were small enough to fit

in the boxes from amazon

that arrive full of cat food cans 

taped shut

no ventilation 

the darkness

playing tricks on me

strange shapes dancing along

my eyelids

when I scratch at the sides

and tiny rays of light

manage to creep through

they are blinding

causing my skin to glow

in a tiny constellation of stars

the box proves

to be impermanent

and I scratch harder