Eyes of the Depressed

You are a husk of your former self, deserted by everyone is it you? Why are you questioning it? Of course, it is, every morning when you awake you feel less alive than the last, the world appears colourless through your soulless eyes, no hobbies, no friends, no family, no passion and no will. What is the purpose of life without joy? Can you find a hobby? Can you find your reason to live? Your key to life?