Depression is like being dead
while your body is alive.
If I to describe depression.
I would simply say,
it eats away your will to live.
And makes you want to lock yourself in your room.
Lay your head on the floor
and close your eyes and get swallowed by the darkness
and never have to feel anything again and not have to open your eyes again either.
Depression is like,
"I don't feel any emotion at all. Whether sadness or happiness or anything in between."
It's just pure numbness.
Depression is a constant feeling of being numb.
Being numb to emotions,
being numb to life.
Depression feels like your tearing yourself apart.
Piece. By. Piece.
Depression is like being locked up in a pitch dark room and you don't know where the exit is.
And it's just pure emptiness.
Sadness can make you cry.
Depression couldn't.
The void inside you will eat you up until you feel nothing at all.
Until it will kill you.
Depression is a serial killer.
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A/N:
Thank you for staying!
I've been gone for too long. Yet, you're all still there. Silently waiting for me.
Gracias Mi Amores💓💓
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