Written on 2-2-2015
Why should I believe or have
hope for anything anymore?
Everyday is something else.
I just don't have the energy
to deal with it anymore.
The people I don't care
about hurt me.
The people who are supposed
to care about me just end up breaking my heart.
I lock myself in my room so
I can avoid this awful world.
In doing so, I am slowly
losing all sanity.
But then I ask myself what's
worse...
And I would rather be insane
and unaware, then be in pain.
So I spend my days as a
prisoner, and by night, I'm free.
I don't know what life has
in store for me, but so far, it hasn't been to good.
I have suffered from
depression since the age of 10.
I have suffered silently
with it for many years.
Now, at 19, I'm finally
getting help.
But I still wonder if I
waited too long.
I know life isn't easy, but
is it really supposed to be this hard?
I have a lifetime's worth of
sadness and anger, and I haven't even been around that long.
But still, I wake up every
morning, and try my best, because that's all I can do.
There are very few people
that give me strength to do so, and that number is dropping.
So all I can do now is wait,
and maybe in the distant future, I'll have a decent day.
