Depression is what turns your sheets into a thousand pounds of tears you can't escape. Its what keeps you up late at night when your exausted, but your mind can't stop thinking. Dpression isn't coping, it's remembering the worst and exaggerating your faults and cracks. Dpression is that one gray cloud in the sky that acts like a nightmare following you. Depression is the scorching sun that you cannot excape, and the thousands of staring faces you can't hide with your hair. Depression is the drug that takes over your heart, mind, and body, and that you can only escape when your blood runs cold.
September 28, 2009