I am not depressed. I can still smile at pretty things, and laugh when jokes are funny. I can still talk to people and enjoy nice days. But when I go inside, when I am alone, there is something broken. And I fall into sadness so sweet that it engulfs me. I look into the mirror and I don’t like what I see. And the tears always fall when I’m falling asleep. And I miss something that doesn’t exist. I am not depressed. I’ve just been sad for a little while. But I can still find the light. I can still smile.