you think, people who claim depression, they’re weak. they’re sad, they’re stupid, they’re faking. you think, i will not be depressed, i will not think that way. but one day, you realize that you’ve experienced depression.

i’ve come to understand that people thrive under the warmth and sincerity in some people’s hearts, and shrivel under the ice and use of other people’s hearts. in the world, people have become too numb to the well-being of fellow humans. cruel intentions and painful actions run rampant through each and every person’s veins. we all claim purity and good faith, but we trust no one we keep no one close. and the ones who dare are the ones who end in depression.

I will keep myself closest. I am tired of being sick with depression from the chill of your presence. I will clean myself of your disease, and I will never welcome you back into my heart, because i gave you a place and you burned me down.