A short philosophical writing on depression.

[Cr1ym]

Depression. It latches you by the throat and throws you into the abyss. it ties you up with puppet strings and injects sorrow into your brain. You try to escape; you try to find the exit, but the demon has sealed it off. There is no exit. You heart is shattered into a million pieces, and your soul is lacerated with venom. Your humanity and aspirations are stripped away like fleeting leaves, carried off by the winds of time.
The universe feels no pity for you, and pellets of sand drop from the hourglass regardless of your pain. In contrast to the lifespan of the the universe, your life is incomprehensibly tiny. There is no turning back time- no retrieving what you lost, and no taking a different route. Regret manifests into a miasma which crawls through your veins like a plague. You cry and weep until you can shed no more tears, and then you can only laugh. You laugh because it temporarily hides your misery under a facade. When you can no longer laugh, you can only die. What can you do?
Every day you exist as a blank slate; a puppet, staring into the void- in your heart you know your fate, but your forced smiles and illusionary guises distracts your head. You are driven into madness, as you are suffocated by this demon within your body. You run into the mountains and into the woods, but you can find no solace. You sift through sand and stone in hopes of finding even a tiny speck of gold, but you are left with only drops of tears. You are so desperate for relief and darkness- despairing and sobbing for an end to your anguish..
You don't know how to live, and yet you don't know how to die. You cannot face the truth, and yet you fail to lie. You live as an empty shell- a pitiful figure of hopelessness. All your hobbies and what you valued- everything you wanted to be... The train has already left the station, with all your dreams stowed away. You could have been him- or maybe her!- But no, you are you.
Back then, you would have never imagined yourself today. When you were younger and more naive, you were too happy and too proud. You were too happy to realize that it may someday end- too proud to think that you may someday not be. As you relive memories of joy, you only feel sadness.. the mirror has cracked.
You can only sit in silence and agony in a pool of melancholy, withering away to the passage of time.

If this somewhat at all relates to you, don't worry- I am suffering through this too. I hope that we can all come out in the end alright.

 

[Beautiful Angel]

This is Word for Word everything that depression is, you didn't wonderful job writing it

 

[Viranamari]

This was extremely well written as it's very descriptive of depression. Each sentence significantly describes how people with depression feel. Unfortunately, I notice many people especially kids saying that they have depression for fun or attention when they're genuinely not. Because of this, some people think that those who are depressed do it for attention or fun. I know few people who think that everyone goes through depression and find the person's feelings insignificant. This is truly a horrible world we live in where people are very cruel. I certainly hope things get better for people with depression.

 

[notwavinbutdrowning]

Wow, you have such a talent to put feelings into words. If depression looked in the mirror, that would be the reflection.

 

[FuneralCry]

Existing certainly can be torture and it's true that there is no peace from suffering to be found in this world.
But anyway thank you for sharing.

 

[Cr1ym]

This was extremely well written as it's very descriptive of depression. Each sentence significantly describes how people with depression feel. Unfortunately, I notice many people especially kids saying that they have depression for fun or attention when they're genuinely not. Because of this, some people think that those who are depressed do it for attention or fun. I know few people who think that everyone goes through depression and find the person's feelings insignificant. This is truly a horrible world we live in where people are very cruel. I certainly hope things get better for people with depression.

Thanks! I agree- one of the reasons I'm afraid to come out was because of the fear of ridicule. Depression is really a wicked thing, and I hope that people in the future will be able to learn more about its true implications. You need to see it to believe it, as they say. Or maybe, you need to feel it to believe it.