Depression isn’t just sadness.
It isn’t something you can fix by finding something to make you happy.
It’s the voice that pulls you out of your happiness,
the voice that makes you worry how things will go wrong soon.
The voice that tells you nothing is good enough.
The voice that whispers to you that no one cares.
The voice that says you don’t deserve to happiness.
There doesn’t have to be a reason to be depressed,
Everything could be perfectly fine until it rears its ugly head.
Telling you to bleed, to slide the blade over your smooth skin once more.
Telling you how worthless and screwed up you are.
Telling you that people who care are a lie, they won’t stick around.
They never do.
People think depression is just sadness,
they tell you to get over it or
they, with good intentions, try to help.
They don’t understand it’s not that easy.
It’s not something you can help.
It’s more than that,
And I don’t know how to stop it.