I see you sitting alone once again, somewhere in the back of my mind I create a scenario where I approach you and you hug me tightly and tell me everything and let me help you but then reality strikes back as the voice in my head reminds me to leave you alone.
I hear you again, ranting about your life to the empty window, talking to the passangerless seat, with your headphones on your head like a crown.. Blocking everyone out, pushing me away. I try to talk to you and make you open up but the voice in my head tells me it would go in vain.
I watch you hide your head in a blanket you made out of your arms, as you cry and hope nobody sees you. The voice in my head tells me to ignore you.. I don't listen.
I get up and try to fix your broken self. You call me an asshole and ask me to stay the fuck away.. I leave.
The truth is and will always be that you were sad and you called it depression. You were sad for not having things your way and you made others the villain of your story. You pushed people so far away that they couldn't find a way to reach out to you.
Depression is not being sad. Its feeling nothing. You don't get depressed, you die. Don't make mental illness a mood which changes according to your day.
Movies, fiction and stories do not create a life for you. You yourself believe in fiction and make your story a failed life. One day when you remove the mask you created? I would be here for you..in the real world.