Almost every night, I cry myself to sleep. I got told to go see the doctor today, he'll give you anti-depression meds. I told her I'll get through this myself. My uncle John came by today, he came to see if I'm alright, guess he knew. Uncle John was the second person I rejected about talking. I've been forced into a closet till I was 18, now its hard to talk about my feelings and all that. But look on the brightside I'm shutting them out. I stay up late at night thinking, its hard to go to sleep when I'm sober, or a bit burnt out. Everyday is a new day I have that written down on a note to remind myself why I'm still alive.