Here it is:
It feels as though you are drowning in fog and sorrow. Your soul is drenched in a cold mist and your mind is as empty as vacuum. You are stuck in despair, your only companion is your despair, you are alone with your pain. You cannot escape. You are lost without a trace. Your sorrow turns into self-hatred and self-revulsion. There is no breaking out of this deep pit of sadness. nobody understands you. Every shed tear is part of your will to live, which is lost. happiness no longer rules. Will it ever? You are abandoned to your fate. Deep gashes in your heart, scars nobody can see, enough pain to drive you insane. It is comparable to having a demon in your body. Something you need to expel. Your tears bring no relief, they only nourish your anguish further. Will to live is replaced by death wishes. "Suicide as an escape." Death is not so bad after all. Every smiling face is like a scornful snare, condemning you, fueling your anguish. The pain grows, the feeling of suffocation intensifies, you cannot breathe. Make it end NOW! Being torn limb from limb is not comparable to the mental torture that is depression. The future is too far away to seem real and the joys of the past are over-shadowed by the depressing event. Something rips and tears at your interiors. It is like carrying a tremendous weight around with you every where. Death is like a sound sleep, you want to sleep forever. You are an empty shell. Remedies are none-existent, apart from death. Nobody cares about you, what you become or how you end it, A deep loneliness devours you. Physical pain is not remotely comparable to the inner-struggle that is "Depression". People who try to cheer you up don't understand, think it's "trivial" and "what's the big deal?". Words do not help whatsoever. It is true "love can mend your life, but love can break your heart." Quote from a Sting song.