Depression is undescribable, it it a way of telling the world that you have lost a battle, that you haven't got the strenght to fight anything anymore, suicide is the same, and so is self-harm. Those red marks on your arms from yesterday, they are about to become perminent, they will stay on your body for the rest of your life.
As you are in your bath, full of water, you pull out that blade, you put it against your body. You press down as hard as you can take... and you cut. You take in the pain, you look down at where you have cut, you see blood pouring out of your body... you cry. You cry because, you have lost a battle, a battle between you... and society. Society has ruined your life, suicidal thoughts have gone through your head, and no matter how much you don't want to think about it, you still do. Your life is now one big lie, those lies you tell your friends and family, you do it out of love. You don't want to annoy them with your problems so you keep everything hidden, hidden away in your mind, and under your sleeves. You are tempted to just blurt out the fact that you are depressed, and that you have given up, you are pressured into this.
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What is Depression?
Teen FictionThis is a book of what i feel about the world, and myself, sorry if this is a snooze fest, but it might mention what i have done and wish i could do in my life :)
