Depression is like living in a black and white world.
All the colors become bland and gray.
There is no vibrance, no life.
It is not wanting to do anything.
Not wanting to entertain yourself,
or feed yourself, or bathe, or even sleep.
It is a struggle just to function.
Yet you must.
In this go go go world it is struggle or die.
So the depressed person fights through this all.
Even when they might rather just die.
But they have loved ones.
Responsibilities and commitments.
They are depressed, not disloyal.
They are fighters, battling an invisible war.
Bearing scars no one else can see.
It makes for a hard life.
And there is no permanent cure.
So the battle, is till death.
A depressing thought indeed.
So when you see the depressed,
know that they are fighters.
Lend them a hand.
For you know not their struggles.