It comes silently in the night.Slowly kills me inside.
I conceal. Forever the pain will hide. Within my deep blue ocean eyes. I try to to talk about it but nothing comes out "sorry for inconvenience but this machine is currently broken down". Please forgive my my perception is out of order come and try again later.
Why me? Why me? Is a repetitive question that I ponder as I wonder if I'm ever going to defeat this war that is slowly deteriorating my mind, body, and soul. There are tears in my ducts, but I refuse to give in, I refuse to give up. The silver blade shines brighter than ever but I turn a blind eye because I know things can and will get better. People ask "What's depression like". Some say they can't explain it unless you've been through it but truth be told I'm going through it and I still can't understand it. Others say that you go from happy to sad within minutes. That's barely scratching the surface. Depression can from sorrow to complete rage. The same rage that had made me run away. I ran away from home for almost a week. I hit my low, lowest I could be. My world was crumbling beneath my feet. The weight on my shoulders in that moment was killing me. I never felt so lost, never felt so weak and that's saying a lot because I've suffering from this disease since I was 10 years old