The world has no shine...
Never has I guess...

Why are we still here?

"...But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right
Kind of pilot to come..."
- To The Moon And Back (Savage Garden)

Link: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/savage+garden/to+the+moon+back_20122141.html

Depression comes and goes...but more often than not it remains like a bloodstain that has seeped so deeply into the woodwork of our hearts it never goes away...ever.
Whoever said depression was treatable was deluded.