Depression, is an infection, a collection of imperfections magnified by a clouded mind beyond the point of corrections.  Festering inside yourself hating. Laying there waiting, in the depths of your core, sanctioned by Satan. Anticipating, when your courage goes vacant, and your ego runs adjacent, and your mind becomes complacent. Before you can catch your second wind, depression sets in.   Telling you lies about what others are thinking. Leveraging your weaknesses, to make you a weakling. And you wont have an inkling.  Even thought you are loved, you feel unloved because you heart is in  glare; instead of protecting what is pure, its projecting things that are there, and reflecting your feeling you feel out of fear. about what  others think, or why they don't care – get stuck in your own thoughts with no time to sphere.