Depression looks like the girl standing in front of you, smiling and laughing. Its the tears in the eyes of a lost soul or the scars on a wrist. Its your neighbor or even your best friend. Its a secret trying to escape. Its a gun to the head or ink to a page. Its drowning above water. Its death every day. It can look like nothing, often going unnoticed and undetected. Its like being trapped underground and its hard to breathe. You want to break free but can’t find the key.