Kingdom of depression

In this place where I reside, 

There is no one else but I,

It is my kingdom, 

My country,

My land, 

Yet I am not in control, 

The waves of the sea erode the cliffs where I built my house, 

And I fall, 

Into a bottomless pit of despair,

From which I will never return,

Living in my world is a solitary existence, 

A lonely path to take, 

One which on one would choose for themselves, 

It brings into question the very nature of living, 

I am spinning here, 

Inside this paradox, 

The contradictions contorting the landscape, 

It is like viewing the world through frosted glass, 

The colours merged with shapes, 

I want the world to stop spinning, 

I want to escape, 

Into the land of the living,

which is close enough to taste,

But still not close enough, 

I just want to be free, 

Not trapped, 

Living by unknown rules, 

In this domain where I live, 

Nothing is what it seems, 

Here in my kingdom of depression.