Depression is when you know you're wrong and your parents are right. It is a lonely figure sitting in the corner of the room with hands crossed over the knees. The head is drooped down into it...like a wilted flower.
Depression is when you don't want to clear yourself up. It is when light colors never mix in with the dark colors. It is when friends pat your back. It is when your parents ask, "Is everything all right? Do you want to talk about anything?" All you can say is, "No everything is O.K."
Depression is taking a walk along the street. Alone. Alone like the moon that comes out in the mist of a dull night. You're thinking....wondering....kicking the same pebble....again...and again....and again. It is when it hurts to smile. When you want to put your head down into your mother's lap....but she's just not there. WIll never be there.
Depression is part of human nature of animals and insects. Of Nature itself. Depression is when nature sprays us with water...making the mud muddier. It is dark, gloomy, and dull outside. LIttle puddles are formed....every step of the way.....waiting for little kids to step into them. Cars run over these puddles....splashing muddy water onto someone standing close by. When friends are depressed.....so are we....when nature is depressed....so are we. Depression occurs every step of the way......more than happiness occurs.