There is no true way to describe depression. Some feel that it is a constant thing, some feel it is fleeting. To me, it is a weight on my heart and mind, that drops and becomes lighter not by my will, but someone else's. You can't just get rid of it. It leaves stains and scars. Sometimes a smile is genuine sometimes fake. You blame yourself for it, when it is not your fault. It is a secret that few share. Imagine having a small, invisible monster on a chain attached to you. At random, it pulls and bites. For some, it never stops. Only you can see it, and you have to pretend that you feel nothing at all. That is how depression feels to me. It sometimes drags you away, for feeding on your tears. For some, it is the blood you shed. All for this little creature that you did nothing to deserve.
