So my grandpa bought me boxing gloves on hopes of improving my strength. But, does physical strength carry mental strength on it's back? No matter how hard I can punch or how many pounds I can lift, I will never possess the same kind o strength that exists within my depression. Although my muscles can be as hard as rocks, such a problem that I'm facing cannot be wrestled away. My arms are still weak but I try to fight off this depression, and each day it ends the same. The bell rings signaling the start of the match. Fight or flight kicks in, but flight is not an option. I throw myself forward and brace for an impact that can't come, for, during my first step forward, this depression finds it's way in. An invisible predator is in my head now, I can hear the demons' whispers throughout every bone in my body. But, once it's inside of me, how do I kill it without killing myself? "You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside," but this twisted spirit won't die, or, it is already dead and using my fragile skull as it's new home. It is like a virus, I have to let it run it's course, but, I'm afraid I won't live to see life without it's darkness.