Depression: It rips you apart Skin by skin, Bone by bone, Cell by cell.
It's the 2AM thoughts that never leave your mind. Mind. Constantly thinking, hesitating, deciding, wondering, Why? Why is my mind a grenade of pain; anytime sadness seeps into my bones an explosion of emptiness evokes me. Alone. I am an enemy of my own being; the creator of my own darkness.
Depression: It's a canvas of negative emotions. The smile engraved on your face. The black hole in your chest. The bruises on your knees. The blood on your wrists. The tears in your eyes. The pain