When you search "depression" on the Internet, you're given the WebMd and Webster's dictionary definitions.

You're given the usual symptoms: "fatigue and decreased energy, feelings of guilt, worthlessness, and/or helplessness, feelings of hopelessness and/or pessimism, and persistent sad, anxious, or 'empty' feelings," as well as a plethora of resources that can be useful when one is dealing with depression.

However, nowhere in these articles does it talk about what it's like inside the head of someone suffering from the disease. Why?

The details are too gory. Too many guts get spilled when people talk about depression, and no one's ever willing to clean up the mess that comes after such a heart-wrenching discussion. Ignorance is bliss, and many people deny the existence of depression, brushing it off, saying ridiculous phrases like, "it's just a bad day," "you're just being moody," and the real kicker- "depression isn't real."

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he pulls up his jeans

as night begins to fade

he leans in to say goodbye

with a kiss on my face

he fumbles and falls

as he makes his way out

i mumble to the walls

phrases i wish i could shout

i hear his car sputter to a start

as he drifts away

with him he took my heart

why can't i make him stay?

something's missing in my chest

as much as i wish it was the absence of breath it's just where love's been taken and not returned

his blind smile and frigid words

have left me burned

i wait for evening to come

so i can forget i'm not the one he loves

all caps poetry can't even begin to describe the intensity of your words that night but as i sit in your favorite spot overlooking the city i can't help but get teary eyed over the memory of your hesitant hand in mine and the distant way you implied goodbye

maybe it wasn't my place to try

and make you stay

maybe we were always meant to fade away

we didn't see

eye to eye

it was more like

eye to chest

you didn't like

tall women,

women

speaking

their mind

or being seen as

the weaker sex

because

you were

'the guy'

and it made you feel

intimidated

and

emasculated

until you felt

there was none

of your

so-called

'pride'

left

we weren't on

the same page

hell,

you didn't even

make it in

the book

but you were there

finding passages

of men with dark hair

and crooked smiles

jumping to conclusions

and falling right off

the damn earth with

accusations

from your own

hallucinations

talking as if

you're the

protagonist,

the hero,

the best;

and i'm just some

damsel in distress

who only knows

how to say

'help me'

and

'yes'

....

"-even when you

think life sucks,

just remember,

you deserve worse

then the hand

dealt to you.-"

thanks for the

degradation.

....

in case you

didn't get

the message

in case

i haven't given

enough hints

or if this is too

passive aggressive

here's your

finial clue:

fuck you.

Okay it's brutal honesty time so this is me in three words:-

Handsome

Old

Chiselled

Er, scratch 1 and 3.

I miss your sweet taste

On my taste buds

As i ran my tongue

Licking, tasting, savouring

You

You melt my heart

Just by looking at you

Your lustrous scent

I cannot resist

I want to imbibe

Everything in you

Feed me with your flavors

As i consume you

And leave me feeling satisfied

After finishing you

Half sapphire

half emerald

on a velvet

diamond carpet

levitating lantern

no hidden strings

motherly supportive

selflessly sings

nurturing rhythms

of optimisms

refracting waves

of silent aphorisms

passionate

brave dancer

has started

waiting not

for music

nor permission

leading an

enchanting

invitation

to behold her

naked truth

is a vision