remissione

People often say that people who seem constantly happy can't have a depression. They just can't, they seem too happy. If they can get a depression, if they can get so deep, what keeps the world from doing the same to you?

If someone who seems to be so strong is able to be hurt so badly, how strong are they really? Is anyone even strong, or can anyone be killed by just a few actions or words? Is it possible to push everybody so deep that there's no way out?

What if there is no way out, what if you're fighting for nothing? What are you fighting for, really? You don't want to breathe and be on this world anymore, but you don't want to die either. You want to live, but living is the only thing you don't want to do.

You're scared an weak, but yet so brave.

What are you really, who are you really? Where are you? Where do you belong?

You're just somewhere in the middle. You're not dead, nor alive. You don't want to die, nor live. You feel everything, but nothing. You're not depressed, but you're depressed to the point where it's a serious risk factor for your life.