Depression is like the color black, and is darker than the dimmest parts of space.
It sounds like thousands of screams echoing in your ear, and bashing at your eardrum.
And tastes like a month of pizza that sat underneath my cousin's bed.
Drepression looks like a huge tornado, about to strike a town.
And smells like cigarette smoke in a foggy room.
It feels colder that the Arctic Ocean.
Depression is the choice between life and death.