i find it amazing that our own brains can turn on us.
in events of danger we find ourselves clawing to be alive,
for that animalistic, primal side to work its magic.

but depression. oh depression turns, that primal drive to live, off.
it shuts it down.
sometimes a little.
sometimes a lot.
and sometimes it finally takes us, as the illness as is it, till we are no longer breathing.
it is the virus that corrupts the hardwired code.
that's what depression is.

it can manifest in different ways.
some of us infected,
will seek out death.
while other see no point in maintaining the act of living.

one might climb to the top of a building,
and stare.
just stare down to the bottom.

another might forget to cross the street,
or continue to smoke that cigarette,
or down another shot.
not that they do want to **** themselves;
but they do not care about their life.