Depression, it's never the same
It changes the whole life of someone
You can get help
But
Isn't it always the same
In the beginning you will be sad
You tell that person everything
They want you to trust them
You start to believe them
But
Don't you put a mask on after some time
You will get bored of the talking
To get out of there you start to tell lies
You will always say
"YES"
I'm fine you'll say
YES the nightmares are gone
YES I do not feel lost anymore
YES I don't want to die anymore
YES I love myself again
But
You know you are lying
What's the point of receiving help
It doesn't work does it
The thoughts stay
The sadness stays
The hate stays
It'll always stay
That's it
That is what you call

Depression