Why doesn't depression have a face?
Like the boy sitting alone
Or the girl who cries herself to sleep?
Why doesn't it use words?
Like, Help me
Or I need love!
Why is depression so unidentifiable?
That you look for it, but it can not be found
That you call for it, yet it stays silent?
How mysterious is this depression?
Why does it live such a hidden life?
If it wants help - Just ask for it
If it needs love - Recieve it
But depression is not that simple!
It's complexities even confusing itself
For depression does not know who she is
She is that soccer mom who takes care of three kids
She is that girl with tons of friends
She is the opposite side of the mirror...
For you say she has no face - Yet you stare at her everyday
You say she does not use words - But the words she says are not heard
For identity is a label, it does not tell us who we are
It is the injury caused by the world
While depression is just a scar