you know you're depressed when you can't even explain your pain. someone will ask you "what's wrong?", & everything inside you turns ice cold..frozen even. you know exactly what's wrong but the only thing that escapes from your mouth are the words, "nothing, I'm fine."
you wish someone knew what was wrong with you. you wouldn't have to explain everything to them. they would be easy on you. they'd be the kind of person everyone wants as a friend but better. you know you can call that person at 1 in the morning sobbing knowing they'd say the perfect thing to make it better.
you wouldn't be scared to tell them anything.. they'd already know. they'd be your hero. but everyone knows..only heroes exist in stories.
