I’m not afraid of dying anymore. I’m more afraid of living. I don’t see the point anymore. Was there ever one? Because if it was to just go through life feeling the way I do, they I don’t wanna be here.
Depression cannot be explained, it’s impossible, even if two people with depression come together to talk about it. No one knows how to explain it properly but, if you get it you’ll know what it is straight away, it changes your whole perspective on life & in a way in the long run depression can sometimes be a good thing.
Depression sneaks up when I think I’m flying high and clips my wing, not both though, because I refuse to let it take over every part of me. I am up again and enjoying the beauty and pleasure that surrounds me.
What doesn’t destroy you leaves you broken instead
Depression is having the feeling of someone whispering in your ear and telling you that you are worthless. Every time you make a mistake, you keep getting reminded of it; it’s never painless. From these mistakes, it makes you reckless. Now you ask yourself, is my life priceless or worthless?
Depression is like being lost at sea, there is nothing in sight yet you still keep swimming not to live but to survive, forever swimming looking for some one, some thing to hold on too, you finally reach an island in sight just as the sun arises you awake and it is a new day and you find yourself swimming yet again forever searching for that something burdened by the brief moment of false happiness of having found that something, someone, to hold on to, to save you of your forever search called life.
Behind my smile is a hurting heart, behind my laugh I’m falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am, it isn’t me. This girl that you see here it’s the girl that smiles everyday but, that she cries every night. Yeah I am a 13 year old what do I know about life? Nothing. Bullying, judgments, gossip, social media, popularity, drugs, cameras, rumors, fake, etc. That’s what it hurts the most that’s what it kills you. Everyone has their own thing to hide sadness/depression, well mine’s a smile. I help people but when I ask for there help, they are not there.