This is my artist's representation of my depression. When I'm at my worst, I just lock myself inside my mind, not allowing anything either helpful or harmful inside. The weeds show my own thoughts and ideas, and the rain is my naturally negative mind feeding those thoughts. The only thing that is outlined is the inside of the room because to me, when I lock myself away, reality and the people who live there begin to fade. I may be able to stay far from outside harm, but what I can't stop is from hurting myself and others by hiding.

I think this one counts as the emo one.