A boy with depression.

It was a beautiful sunny day, blue skies with wipsy white clouds lining the sky. Everything seemed to be in a bright, cheerful mood. Even the people smiled more with the pleasing weather. It was the first spring day since three months of the dreary cold weather, although the remnants seem to linger at the shadows. The occassional gust of cold wind reminded us of what we are not to miss.
The only thing not happy seemed to be the one boy, standing alone at the bus stop. Face sullen, he kicked at the pebbles on the ground. 'Everyone seemed to happy, even the weather seemed to shout "HAPPY".' he thought.
Inside his head was another story. A dark, looming plethora of problems seemed to linger at the recesses of his mind, mingling with every aspect of his world.
Nothing seemed normal to him. Countless therapy sessions, talks with his mum and chats with his best friend seemed to do nothing.
A momentary happiness would fight the dark shadows, passing a day without thinking about it. Sometimes, it would only last a few hours. But deep down, he knew that the silence would creep into his soul, stealing the light from inside him.
The shadows were not impatient either. Sometimes, they would let him have a whole week of harmony before slowly seeping back in. Just when he thought he was imagining it all, the darkness would slowly come back. Torment him. Tease him. Reminding him that they were always there in his mind.
No matter how hard he tried to "think past it" or try to change his perspective, none of the things that other people said seemed to work. His own mind had outwitted him, knew all the shortcuts to the game. Everytime he thought around it, so had his mind.