Nov 2016
Depression. Unhappiness. Hurt. Sad.
It goes by many name. That feeling of emptiness. Like you’re being pushed under water without a chance of hope. It creeps upon the nicest of people. For me, that’s what’s unfair. You always have that bit of pessimism in your thoughts. You can’t focus. You don’t know the meaning of happy anymore. Even the little rocks feel like giant boulders on your shoulders. You feel like if you talk to anyone, they’ll call you names. You keep holding it in until one day it pops like a balloon. Then you grab a new one and fill it until it pops. It’s a never ending cycle. It’s something you can’t do alone. It’s hard to ask for help. But it’s up to you. Would you rather take the easy route and be sad or take the hard route and be happy?
It goes by many name. That feeling of emptiness. Like you’re being pushed under water without a chance of hope. It creeps upon the nicest of people. For me, that’s what’s unfair. You always have that bit of pessimism in your thoughts. You can’t focus. You don’t know the meaning of happy anymore. Even the little rocks feel like giant boulders on your shoulders. You feel like if you talk to anyone, they’ll call you names. You keep holding it in until one day it pops like a balloon. Then you grab a new one and fill it until it pops. It’s a never ending cycle. It’s something you can’t do alone. It’s hard to ask for help. But it’s up to you. Would you rather take the easy route and be sad or take the hard route and be happy?
