DestructiveDelirium

I'm tired of being here, all locked up in my head. Every day I hear a whisper, and I'm closer to being dead. Something taps me on the shoulder, something I can't fight. When it talks in that low voice, my eyes are shut so tight. Once it gets to a cetain point, and I'm still sitting on the ground, it tells me to do things, I'm trying to ignore the sound. Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence, and I can hear a hint of sorrow. Even when it's telling me, I won't live to see tomorrow. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to do. I'm still hearing it now, and I'm still suffering too. I can't tell what its weak

I've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple. Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression: You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you wi