My Depression Diary

93

There is a certain sadness that can't be put into words.
It can't be described.
It can't be placed.
The sadness is just there.
You can't remember anything.
You can't sleep.
You can't eat.
You can't focus.
The sadness is consuming.
It's all consuming.
It devours your thoughts. Your mind.
There isn't a damn thing anyone can do.
All there is to do is survive.