Suffering from depression is like:
biting your nails
when they're already too short
picking at your wounds,
and not allowing them to heal
living in your past,
because you're afraid of the future
feeling lonely,
yet being afraid
to burden other people
with your presence
wanting to get things done,
but being too unsure of yourself
to even try
you want to be happy,
but being sad is what you're most familiar with
you're afraid to live,
and afraid to die,
but you never know which option is worse