Imagine falling out of a window or getting in a car crash, break some bones, get a few stitches, scrape some skin
You'll get a cast, few bandages and anesthetic
Now Imagine cancer, a tumorous mass maybe somewhere in your brain or lungs.. not even noticeable to you let alone those around you then some day there's a huge 8 pound mass right in your cerebellum...
Fact of the matter is your body has produced this and it is actually trying too **** you
That is what depression is like
Depression isn't a sudden disaster
You go through your whole life thinking your okay maybe this feeling is just apart of getting  older till one day you wake up and you wish you hadn't.
All you've got is the Oxytocin blues and an appetite for Ritalin
****** to be able to face people and Prozac to make it through the day.
Now can you imagine finding a cure too all the ailments of life, all the hypothetical and real problems.. something even Xanex, opiates or hallucinogens will never allow you really feel.
The essence of another dancing throughout your mind, seeing significance in life even if not yours but that of another.
when you find someone who makes you understand the definition of these words, when you find the one person you can't get out of your mind after taking pill after pill desperately trying to forget them, when you look at someone and can't see a flaw, when your with someone that makes you feel so much all at once that you have to stop and try to remember the last time you've actually been that happy or laughed that hard and can't think of another single moment like the one your in..
You've found your cure.
Some of us don't

Sometimes I just want to end it all
just open my veins, let it all pour out,
so I can rest, finally pull myself out of this mess
I'm suffering a pain that nobody should go through,
My sanity is gone and my mind's a disgrace,
I've given up a hundred times,
but I'm still here..
time to swallow my hypocrisy
I hate myself for the things I've done
Expectations of me exist
They are like a cancerous cyst
I hate myself sometimes for being who I am
Life just seems grim

Let my words
continue to carry beyond this page
and into my veins
for purpose, for clarity, for understanding
of how lovely the days have become
now that I've found you
Let my words, on this page
entwine in our veins
and my worries slowly disappear
now that Ive found you
                 I wrote of you once before we met of how my words would blossom and expand and touch the sky just for you
how I would have a million different combinations of letters and words..
a thousand ways, just to tell the world how I feel about you
so here I am
affection felt, feelings bared
Love is suicide
Hyperventilation, Cardiac arrest
I am crippled by the absence of your warmth when you're not around
Struggling to be free, Whilst chained to the ground
Love is passion
desire fueled, velvet kisses
moaning pleasure, telling sighs
firmly pressed, flawless motion
sweaty bliss, drops of lust
stained flesh with satin fervor
Love is the hope 20 years from now
I'll still be writing of you under the night sky whilst admiring the moon after we finally calmed our son's nerves down about his first day of school in the morning
Love is idiotic
Its so much easier to push someone away, than to let yourself become vulnerable
To give them the power to hurt you.
Showing your true feelings is relinquishing all your power.
Trusting someone to not take advantage of your weaknesses.
And that, is an absolutely ridiculous act
Once weakness is spoted, it is used and abused, untill you are just a quivering mess lying on the floor, wondering how you ever let yourself get into such a situation.
love is in its whole all of these things
and I love you

forgive me but the pain I feel is inexplicable
i don't even think you would understand
forgive me if when I'm gone you'll miss the way my fingers
traced lines on your skin
forgive me if when I'm gone you'll miss the way my lips made you feel
I wish I could describe
but it's difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there
because it’s not sadness, I know sadness. but this..
it’s that cold absence of feeling—that really hollowed-out feeling
but with you, I was the person I wanted to be
please forgive me if when I'm gone you'll miss the sound of my voice
but I promise soon you will forget the sound of my voice and the feel of my touch
as I did yours
I drank my way out of every memory and I pretended nothing hurt until it didn't
so forgive me
perhaps we'll meet again when I'm better for you