Do you ever need a reason?

Do you ever question yourself why you're depressed? Makes you wonder whether there ever really *is* ever a reason. Sure, you laugh or smile with reason....maybe someone cracked a joke, or you just recalled something silly and it makes you happy. You feel heartbroken with reason. Your heart is broken...isn't that reason enough? You cry with reason. Something or someone hurt you enough to lose composure and shed that smoke screen of poise. But why does one transcend into that dark, deep, bottomless void where you don't feel any of those feelings? Is there some reason you end up with that dull, distant pain somewhere inside you, you just cannot put your finger on it and point it out. It's constant, it's frustrating, it's crippling, it makes you forget all those positive thoughts you tried so hard to gather and believe in. 

Sometimes you get tired of pretense. 

Sometimes you just get tired of living. 







Stop.