My depression seems to worsen every year in the heat of summer. Because, for once, the weather matches how I feel on the inside. A blistering sun always on my skin. An overwhelming heat that I can't escape. I am trapped in walls to high to climb. There is a door on the opposite end as me. But each step forward, the heat intensifies a bit more and the demons shriek a little louder. I barely make it five steps before my mind retaliates, pulling me back to the start. I find the strength to get get back on my feet and try for the door once more. My mind becomes altered, I keep taking steps, trying to save myself. I can see the door and brain is filled with fantasies of freedom. I close my eyes of fatigue for but a second, but when I look up the door is gone. It evokes a speck in the distance. My alterations wear of and my heart becomes a solid stone inside my fragile ribcage. I can hear the demons again, whispering in my ear. "Silly girl, silly girl, you can never escape." My legs give out as I finally realize and for once I answer. "I know."