the.depression.okok

its like words
when they dont have letters.
or even books without pages.
but do you know what it really is?
pain. oh. it hurts.
it squeezes you, it takes you and it fucks up your mind in many ways. some unbreakable.. but do you know what else? its dead.
its like a dead person in your mind trembling in your thoughts overlooking
yourself and all your own ways.
oh, it takes you and guess what?
you will never be the same again,
neither will your mind and your thoughts that you once had a long, long time ago.
its kinda sad to know you just get it,
sometimes out of no complete where.
it scares you.
i have to say.
ok.
nothing helps for this problem.
nothing
at
all.
but the weird this,
everyone has a different
version
of this
sickness
and dread
going through
your vains.
it can sometimes break you and then your slowly breakable, everything about you..
i mean, everything
oh, everything.
and maybe,
just maybe..
it can kill you.
destroy you and everything you have
even your damn heart.