I tell others that they are beautiful,
As I don’t want anyone to feel the way I do.
I am always there for everyone as I know how it feels to be alone.
The thing about Depression is that it’s just not being sad.
It is not temporary dark days or monsters on my back.
It is waking up every day and finding nothing exciting.
It is not distancing myself from friends and family.
It is constantly wondering if my problems are real.
Yes, it is a monster, but without the horrible face and the ugly claws.
It is in my thoughts, analyzing every step when the probability of it happening is zero.
It is not a one-day emotion; it is months of feeling numb.
It is being scared to feel too much.
It is being afraid to not feel anything.
It is believing that I don’t deserve to be happy.
And it’s hating myself for not getting better.
Yes, it is all in my head.
This is why depression is not a “Get Well Soon” card illness.
Trapped in my own mind, not scared of death anymore.
A battle against my own self, drowning every day.
But never to be saved.
The soul is dead but the body lives on.
I’m sick of my own thoughts and my thoughts are sick.
What Am I : I Am Depressed.