My life is a tangled mess of dishonesty and anger and betrayal. And when this string of lies is released, all hell breaks loose. Fury that's been bottled up for ages spills like a bottled of wine. Happiness forever trapped like a forgotten, caged bird. And hope goes wandering around, looking for a place to settle and spread it's warmth, only to come up to a hotel with the blinding neon sign that says "NO VACANCY", going down an endless path to the point of no return. It's like holding your breath to make a wish only to die of suffocation. At this point, it's not being sad that you're afraid of. At this point, you're scared of being happy because you know that sad isn't that far behind you,and sad is bound to show up any second now. And not the sad where you feel relieved because you've cried your burdens out, but the sad where you have to bite your lip, hold back tears, and say, "Fine." when someone asks how you are. This, my friends, is the feeling of being in depression.
