Never enough

It's there, lurid fingers wrapping around her neck. They're cold. They're angry. She can feel them tighten. It doesn't matter what tomorrow is, and it doesn't matter what yesterday was. The depression always comes for her and she's like a soldier unarmed facing the dragon.
"That's what it is." Her whisper is soft. The girl lies on her side. The floor is cold, hard beneath her. Eyes are empty, staring out into an ocean of nothing; it's greyness stretching on forever. "A fight that I'm going to loose."
Outside a snowflake falls, and her breath comes in.