Still Breathing

She wasn't always like this, sometimes it came and passed, but it would always come back. like a nightmare, it never went away... it just dimmed. Sometimes it would get so bad she would lay awake at night screaming and crying for it to go away but yet she was as silent as a drop of blood on a cold winter night. She had been hospitalized for it but they couldn't help her. She was too stubborn. They would ask her, "Ava? How would you rate your depression this morning?" most times she just wouldn't respond, but when she did she would tell them what they wanted to hear. she could always get out of it. So she did.