Depression looks like a big smile, but a hopeless heart.
A heart full of love to give, but never open to receive.
Depression is sleepless nights, and unproductive sleep filled days.
Nights, where you’re brain doesn’t stop working in overdrive and days where hope can’t be found.
Depression is hoping someone will see past your mask, but praying they don’t at the same time.
Holding onto the false reality that everything is okay, but desperately drowning in a sense of numbness.
Depression is knowing you need help, but convincing yourself you’re okay.
Finding both comfort and discomfort in the dull pain of loneliness.
Depression is being told positive things, but only hearing the negative.
Concentrating on and overthinking the unsaid words.