If depression was a food what would it taste like?

It wouldn’t taste like anything. There’d be no texture, flavor, or smell. It would not satisfy, it would not quench. And you’d eat it everyday, for every meal, with no end inside. It would spoil everything else in the fridge and cabinet. And it will always be there, ready for your consumption. And no matter how hard you try, you will never not eat it. You’ll never refuse it. You will always comeback.