A Dark Emptiness.

When I tell someone I am feeling depress, people often say to me, “why are you depressed?”, or, “you have nothing to be depressed about!”

I don’t know why, and believe me, I did not wake up wanting to feel hopeless. I did not wake up wanting to feel like I want to die. I did not wake up wanting to feel like crying. I did not wake up wanting to feel sad. I did not wake up wanting to stare into this dark emptiness, knowing it will overtake every logical sense in me. I did not wake up wanting to feel nothing but at the same time, everything.

Depression isn’t something I can control.

It devours me whole, and no matter how hard I try to fight it, it always find its way back to me. It is a sea of despair drowning me.

No matter how I explain it, nobody understands it.