Dear Depression
Dear depression,
I hate you. I hate all the pain you’ve brought to me. I want to be okay, let me be okay. You know I’m done trying, I give up. This isn’t worth it anymore. My tears and blood aren’t worth it. The stars and the sun aren’t worth seeing anymore. It sucks because even though I really want to blame you for what’s going on with me, I’m the problem. Maybe I’m just tired of waiting to be okay but I’m not doing anything about it. Maybe because I’m done and tired and the sweat that I’m going to pour into helping myself isn’t worth it. It’s not worth waking up when you have nothing to wake up for. Thanks for not leaving my mind at all, for keeping me up and 2 O’clock in the morning just thinking about how much I hate myself. Please leave me alone, I want to be able to say I’m happy when I wake up.
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