Depression keeps you company but also keeps you lonely. It tells you you’re worthless, useless, fit for nothing. Depression tells you it’s cold on a hot summers day. It’s a heaviness weighing you down, crushing every breath from your body telling you that you can’t breathe. It talks to you telling you you’re an awful friend, disappointing daughter; the biggest waste of space to humanity. It tells you that you can’t when you can, no when you want to say yes, makes you say sorry when you haven’t done anything wrong leaving you confused as to what you are really doing. It’s full of clichés, excuses and assaults on your personality. Depression fakes your smile, fakes your good intentions and fakes your life. Depression makes you believe that there’s no point any more. Depression is a liar.