There's much to be said when one is depressed with few outlets to release how he or she feels.
It's a very tiring process to wake up every day, noting that the sun has risen and suddenly you look inward at yourself and want nothing to do with existence as a whole. Yet, in an attempt to make it through another 24 hours, you place on a smile and go about your day, trying your best.
Your early day schedule follows through as planned, it's only when you arrive into your afternoon and evening plans when everything falls apart. Your smile soon shows cracks and fades into disinterest with life as a whole.
Family, friends, nothing on this plane of being would help bring cheer to your being simply because, on the inside, you are too fragile, hurt and scared. The pain is irreversible, the hurt; unimaginable, and it's a black void where no words of comfort can reach without dedicated effort.
A fake smile to contain a broken heart, much like a broken soul to contain sadness incomparable.
The pain sets in even worse as you find yourself letting down the people around you, especially the ones who need you the most. It's added pain that drags you deeper into despair and makes every action forced, painful, unemotive to how you truly feel.
The motions remind you of the pain, and only provide disinterest; Disinterest in performing the motions only provides more pain, until... in the end, the world crashes around you.
