Depression is when you can do so much yet never achieve your goal. You watch others move on in life while you stand neck deep in
pain and hate.
Nothing ever goes your way, and if it does, it always ends in something you can only wish you could forget. You formulate personalities of yourself that
work to batter your
soul until you can’
t breathe. The only relinquishing thought is of death. You look up to the top of a building and wonder how simple it would be to climb up and jump. You ask yourself how many
people would care. How many
people would notice. The world would keep turning without you, so why shouldn’t you? You listen to
music, tuning out the world waiting for someone to notice your sadness and come talk to you. Yet no one comes and you wallow in your loneliness. You don’t have to be cutting your skin or tearing away flesh. You wear a fake smile when you walk by
people. You eavesdrop on everyone because you want to think about something other than your sadness. If someone described you on the street they’d say that you seemed cheery. You drive those close to you far away. Through harsh words and actions you want to be alone, because you’ve been alone for a long
time and you’re solidifying that in your mind. Destruction lies in your wake and you don’t care about consequences. You lose control over the smallest little problems. Violence is your tool because words don’t do the job anymore. You cry yourself to sleep at night and
dream of a world without you.