Depression is when...
When I overeat,
Trying to fill myself, my stomach,
Trying to fill this emptiness within me.
When I can’t get out of bed,
Feeling like there’s no purpose to be alive.
When I isolate myself,
Blocking communications with others,
Forcing people to leave me,
Wanting to burden no one but myself.
When I feel guilty,
For things that I can’t control.
Feeling as if I need to be better,
Feeling as if I need to change,
Feeling as if I need to be fixed,
In order to be loved.
When I sleep for a whole day,
And still feel sleepy,
Desperate for an escape.
When I want to cry,
To let everything out.
Yet I feel nothing,
Not even a single tear.
When I feel my friends’ hopelessness,
Feeling like they no longer know,
How to love me.
When I fight a War with myself,
Every Single Day.
When I act so well,
To look happy, To look confident,
To be funny, To be sassy,
To be... fine.
Depression is when...
When I don’t live, I Survive.
Leon Tsai
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