Depression is something some people will never understand.
It can come and go, like waves crashing on the shore..
Or stick around, almost mimicking our forgotten toy.
It's what keeps the broken fixed, the forgotten remembered, and the hopeless smiling..
But, for me, it's different. I want out. I'm screaming, but no one can hear me.
People asked me what it's like. After a while, the pain is not blissful.. Yet I'm stuck self torturing.
To me, I'm drowning.. But when I look around, everyone else is breathing...
Oh, and I finished the drawing from earlier.