Depression is hard, when you know it didn't matter if you were here. When you know you didn't matter, when you live in fear. It's even harder when no one knows, when you have to keep it all inside, when not even your own faimly cares, and no one is on you side. When you have so much anger and self hate, that you can take a blade to your own skin, and it doesn't matter how hard you fight, you know you will NEVER win. It's hard, especially when your just a kid, trying to find out who you are. Where happiness seems so so far. When your punched and tripped and kicked and hit, when it's all so bad you can't think of any other way, then to end it,
Author Notes: I have to get it out.
United States • 22 years old