Depression

Not everyone understand what you've been through. They all act like they know shit but it's not that simple. Let me tell you something. Something I've been keeping deep inside my mind my heart that consumed me all this time. Until I don't recognise the guy in the mirror anymore. Reflection of a blank expression. I look into my eyes and I see nothing. Completely nothing. Everyday you act like you're happy in society. Act like you're happy to live a life with full of lies. Who knows that in the middle on the night. I'll be at the balcony, looking down from the 18th floor and watching the city life's slowly consumed by time. Lights from the buildings. Reminds me how beautiful it is when there's light in the darkness surround. The feeling of ending the pain. Deep inside me. Somehow it came to the surface. Crying helplessly. I just stand at the edge of the wall that suppose to prevent anyone from falling. Just looking down. People walking along the pavement. Wondering if they are feeling the same. Fighting depression as I do. I wonder.