"it"

i've been depressed  before. i know what it feels like to drown in an imaginary ocean. i know the feeling when loneliness hugs you from your back, then, suffocates the life out of you. i know the voice that does not want to come out even when you pushed it with all your might. i know the pain of a penknife slicing through your skin when you just want to make sure that you are still alive, warm and bleeding inside. i know that pain that can't be described by words, sounds and expressions. i know that love that you have inside of you but no one to give to. i know the tears that you want to hide and kill. and i know the smile that you painted on your face just to make sure that nobody knows that you are dying slowly and painfully on the inside.

i know.

and this depression of yours, it won't kill you. it will just torture you until you just can't take it anymore.
it is the catalyst to death, not the reason of death.

i don't know exactly how did i get over it but, i did. i hope you will too. someday, somehow, i hope you will.