Depression is...

Standing in a sea of people As a lone island Floating around In the endless nothingness Drifting away and drowning Falling apart And piecing yourself back together Over and over And over again Every single second of the day Wishing for it to all stop Helplessly knowing Nobody will ever hear Your silent cries ... Noone could ever save you Because how could they Ever save you From yourself ... It's hearing yourself talk And move And smile Maybe even laugh But knowing It's all an act With noone to yell "cut" At the end of the scene.. Because your whole life Has become a giant play, Where there could be A thousand people And a thousand lights, There could be a thousand claps And a thousand great nights Still all the while You'd be a thousand times lonely Drowning in the lights Drowning in the laughter Drowning in yourself All because You've become too good At acting Like you could swim ... Depression is killing yourself Slowly Every day Every minute Every single second, From the inside out Because you don't know Who you are anymore Except for an empty body Defining disappointment And a burden And a void of fake All wrapped in one. ... Depression is Loneliness Depression is Acting Depression is Drowning But most of all, Depression is Me.*

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