Depression is going to the mall and not being able to function or figure out what you are doing, even if you have a list. 

It is going to your favorite restaurant and tasting nothing.

It is lying in bed wanting not knowing how to sleep.

It is sleeping and not being able to wake up.

Things you love become chores. 

People you love become burdens that you cannot relate to.

Things of beauty invoke sadness and tears.

This is what depression is.

It is not romantic, it is not beautiful, it is a thief, a villain, a horror.

It is terror, tears and apathy.