Depression is...

The sumptuous perfume of baking bread taunting with the truth that you will never taste.

The playful warmth of a sunny day that will only ever scald and blister your sensitive skin.

A symphony of angelic strings piercing your eardrums with a thousand needles,

       shredding your neck with its claws of steel.

A loving embrace with tender intent that relentlessly strangles all remnants of air from your bitter, iron lungs.