Do you want to know what depression looks like?
Let me tell you.
It is not the story of the the skinny girl who will not consume calories and then the prince charming comes into the picture and sleeps with her in the most innocent sense to protect her. It does not involve him kissing her scars and saying they are beautiful.
No, in reality it is you by yourself. Alone. Sad. Scared.
Your body is painted in blood and you are crying so hard you practically throw up.
It is grotesque scars and cuts that you can not make up an excuse for because the cat does not cut that deep.
It is demons and blackness and fear.
It is the lonely nights that consume you.

It is you.