There's a crack in my mind,That I don't know how to heal.There are demons in my head,People tell me are not real.The voices are my own,Speaking words I don't believe.Convincing me I'm worthless,And that everyone will leave.You want me to be better,Don't you think I want the same?But you've convinced yourself it's nothing,Or that I'm the one to blame.So I'll tell you that I'm 'fine,'Because that's all you want to hear.And I'll conceal it with a smile,While hiding all the fear.I'll bury all the feelings,And I'll cut out all the pain.But that won't mean I'm healed,I've just chosen to not 'complain.'Because being sad was only half of it,And it was not the half to kill.The downfall began when I started to feel nothing,When I slowly lost my will.
Jeannine Allison, Unveiling The Sky
depression