The black hole

It's funny how sometimes you feel like crap, but you have to use your very best smile because it's your duty to try to help the others. I have never thought that making an effort and pretend everything is alright would be so painful. 

It's like a black hole, sucking your soul, robbing your happiness, blinding your hope. Then, you scratch an edge and a little sunshine filters the darkness, and you feel so alive, so painless. You try to capture all that positiveness and plant it somewhere inside you. But it isn't enough. And the black hole attacks you even harder, and then you fall and feel like you'll never be alright. You feel that this fight between you and that damn black hole called depression will be forever and ever, and never ever you're gonna feel alright.