Depression... a poem of mine(I apologize this is a sad one)

The cold water runs over me, as I sit in my shower.

The clock runs faster, past every hour.

My body is numb…  but so is my mind.

How did I become so blind?

I am deafened by the reality of the world,

Which I thrust myself into like a black hole.

It is not what I imagined, and I cannot go back.

Life is beating me down to my last breath

It seems like a weakness, asking for a hand, or perhaps death.

And it makes me falter in my steps.

Can’t you see though?

That I’m asking for  help?

by Rebecca Schlosser

Don't worry everyone, I'm not depressed. This is just a poem I started writing and everything just came out! I hope you all enjoy the deep insight to my mind. I am debating sending this into the Gale Literary contest.