Depression.

It’s all the cliches and then more.

It’s laughing at the wrong moment because otherwise you’ll cry hysterically.

It’s tears on the pillow.

It’s the lack of will to breathe.

To move.

To step foot out of the house.

It’s a glance in the mirror at someone you no longer recognize.

Someone?

Something?

It’s the lack of color in life.

It’s the lack of appetite.

It’s the over sensation of negative feelings.

And the numbness to feelings all in one.

It’s the lack of self care.

The tangles in your hair.

The dull clang of plates crashing around you,

And it doesn’t matter anymore.

It’s going on autopilot because the days seem meaningless now.

It’s the lack of flavor.

The loss of rhythm.

It’s fatigue, exhaustion,

but sleep won’t come.

And what’s worse?

When nobody will come see you.

When nobody reaches out to you.

But when they do you turn down the visit,

Or when they come by as a surprise,

You hide your feelings,

Masked by a smile.

“I’m fine.”