Real Depression

Real depression isn't tears, real depression is fear. Real depression is thinking of ending yourself daily, getting a lump in your throat when you're in a presence of a another human being. Real depression is feeling alone when you're surrounded by people, depression is not taking charge of your life. Depression is all consuming, not a passing thought, depression is being afraid to go outside for a walk. Depression is abandonment, Depression is so hallow, you feel like a shell of a man, in an overwhelming city of scavengers. The Depressed love, the depressed care, for you the depressed will always be there. But we are spat on by people, and spat out by the world. Heed my words tonight because you'll miss me when I'm gone.