Depression. A dirty word. Isn't it? Well at least, that's what they say. They say, "Just be happy." oh my gosh, why didn't I think of that? "Turn to god." I don't think he's picking up the phone today. "Tomorrow will be better." ... But it never really is. No one understands that. Not unless they've experienced themselves and let's face it, we shouldn't really be taking advice from them. So then who do we turn too? Who do we go to when the voices get too loud. The voices? Oh no. No one ever talks about the voices. And I don't mean someone else's voice, well in a way it is. Its a voice I don't recognize, but it's still my own. It's a mean voice, always doubting me, always making me feel insecure, never truly letting me be who I really am. It keeps me in the dark. The dark where a way out is so hard to find...