MiectaAnzech

Мечта Ангел

Makes you wish you could die, for weeks at a time. Pressure on the chest, internally wishing you felt better so you wouldnt bring others down. You lay in bed and think about all your failings, you want to be better, you crave it.

And as usual, you failed

But just as your head breaks the surface depression pushes you back down under the water..

Because it's the only thing you deserve

You look forward to sleep because it's a release for a time until you wake up and ask yourself. Can I live like this another 50 years.

Well you know it's a lie

I struggle. I'll sit in the shower and cry, its my release while I am awake. The meds dont help the therapy doesnt really and everyone around you knows something is off but they cant place it.

No one cares, at all

So you hide your hurt behind jokes or anger, you put on a mask, you are not real anymore the depression is you.

Lose yourself..

Continue on. Only when you give up do you lose. Be stubborn fight back. You decide when enough is enough not depression.

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