I Battle Depression

Brainsick. Separated from the world. She feels like she is the only one left in the world. Have you ever felt like this? Like nobody else exists anymore, and even your own reflection as a closet full of lies? You see cars pass, but believe that there's nobody in them; almost like they are driving themselves. You passed by a stranger on the street, but as soon as you to pass, you know longer feel like they were real to begin with; you just feel like they are ghosts; shadows in the fog. It's a scary kind of separation; not like being single, more like loneliness. Loneliness so deep that scares even you. Nothing feels real anymore. The view outside her bedroom window doesn't even look the same anymore. The sun that once used to shine so bright is now trapped behind a curtain of black armor. The grass that used to look a bright green, is now twisted into a never ending field of thorns. This guy that Monsees to smile of bright blue, is now pulling you into a dangerous whirlpool. She's screaming on the inside but outside she is so calm, outside she is so perfect. This is how it is supposed to be; the illusion everyone is supposed to see. She hides the sadness, and tears with make up; Shields the dirt and scum with soap and hand sanitizer; twists the lies with a smile, so nobody will ever know that she is brainsick.