Curses

Depression is like a curse. It doesn't matter what you do...it only gets worse. It doesn't matter how many tears you shed or how many "happy thoughts" you try to pound in your head. It's chains wrap around your heart and slowly, as it gets tighter, it rips you apart. It beats you down until you can't feel anything at all. It mocks you and haunts you, making you feel so...small.
You want the pain to disappear, but it doesn't matter how many hints you leave...people will never hear. They don't notice you're screaming inside. They don't want to know of the suicidal thoughts you hide. You spend your whole life trying to feel okay again and you wonder why on earth you even allowed the pain to creep in.
It steals your joy and murders your laughter. It makes you feel like you're not enough and makes you wish that you were prettier. Depression tortures you until you feel nothing but strife and then one day you wake up ready to end your own life.