Depression is being colorblind and being told everyday about all of the beautiful colors in the world.
It’s seeing the world through fogged up glass.
It’s drowning over and over and over and never being able to reach the surface.
It’s only seeing half of what’s really there.
It’s being in a box.
Feeling trapped and not knowing how to get out.
Feeling like oxygen is something you don’t deserve.
Wanting to die every day because death seems better than living in this hell called life.
It’s feeling so fucking worthless that you cry your eyes out every night.
It’s crying so much that you lose the ability to cry.
It’s becoming heartless and dead inside because you’ve gotten so used to the pain. Its faking a smile.
Faking a laugh.
Lying about being “fine.”
It’s scaring your friends and family and chasing people away.
It’s wishing you could be different.
Wishing you weren’t such a waste of space. Wondering why you were ever born.
Wondering why people even want to be your friend.
It’s mutilating yourself just so you can remind yourself that you aren’t a figment of your own imagination.
It’s feeling alone in a crowded room.
It’s a porcelain face.
It’s suicide.
It’s medication and hospitals.
It’s losing the people you love because they’re sick of your pessimism.
It's a disease.
About the Creator
Kat Woods
I love writing horror and spooky things. I also write poetry and things like that. Writing is a way for me to let my brain take a walk.
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