❝I am not depressed. I can still smile at pretty things, and laugh when your jokes are funny. I can still talk to people, and enjoy nice days.
But when I go inside, when I'm alone, there's something broken. And I fall into a sadness so sweet that it engulfs me. I look into the mirror, and don't like what I see. The tears fall when I'm falling asleep. And I miss something they doesn't exist.
I am not depressed. I've just been sad for a while, but I can still find the light. I can still smile.❞ -Anonymous
