Depression isn't just being sad, it'a an illness, a disease. Something that can't be cured easily.
Depression is when you feel agony, misery, pain and nothingness all at once. When you slowly start to believe that peopple can tell there's something wround with you, just by looking at you.
You try to smile through the tears and act like you're okay to avoid the questions, but you know people can see just how sad and lonely you really are.
You'll wake up early, and lie in bed, feeling to worthless and pathetic to get up. And soon, you stop eating, stop sleeping. You become dead, but still alive.
Depression ruins lives, takes them and devours them.
Now I know in my heart that nothing is good or right anymore. Then you get sent to a therapist for some help, and all they tell you is that it's all in your head. How could they? Don't they know how you feel? How everything just seems to pass you by, while you stay there in misery. Don't they know?
It's killing me... it hurts so much. Why won't it end? Why do others deserve happiness more than I do? Why won't it leave? Please, just rip out my heart and end the suffering... please.
Depression is slowly killing me.
Depression is ruining my life.
Please, help me, before it's to late.
Or would you rather have a heart full of hate?
Just a little something I wrote, I haven't been doing to well lately, I'm not really that happy, so... I guess I just felt like writing something.