A Letter from the Depressed heart

Yes, I’m depressed.

You ask me to be happy. I don’t know what happiness is.

You ask me to be positive. I don’t know what positivity is.

You ask me to see the colors in life. I am blind inside.

You ask me to enjoy the rain. I don’t know what water is.

Please don’t ask me.


If you really care for me,

Explain the meaning of true happiness. (That lies nowhere around material happiness)

Train me not to find negativity in every positive situation.

Treat my blind eyes with the laser of love and compassion.

Revitalize my dead skin so that I can feel the warm shower that soothes every aching cell of my body.