"Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is."

I'm often being asked "What's wrong?".
It's getting harder and harder to answer this question when nothing is right.

Sometimes it's better to stay silent than to explain what's going on in my mind and heart.

Sometimes my eyes start talking when my lips can't move.
The tears are showing all my pain and weaknesses, something that my lips could never explain.

Even in front of the people I trust the most my lips won't move.
I'm keeping all my problems, worries, troubles, pain and weaknesses on the inside, because I would rather have the pain destroy me than anyone else.

Everyday I'm waking up feeling like I lost something that's important to me and I have no clue where or when I last had it.
That feeling lasts until the night falls and I realize that what I lost is actually myself.

I'm tired of crying, so in order to stop my tears from falling I'm smiling throughout the day.
But smiling doesn't...