I remember just lying there. Waiting. Thinking. Crying. I was gonna end it. I was finally gonna gather all the courage up that I had left and let my pain end. But I didn't move. Not even an inch. "Hold on" they all say. What's the point? I roll over to the other side of my bed and start dry heaving. My eyes start to swell. There's only one way I can describe depression. It feels like you're drowning... But everyone around you is breathing... And you can't but help to think that it's your fault. It's your fault you feel this way. Why can't I just end it? I have nothing to live for anyway. I keep hearing my friend Lauren saying, "Alex I love you". And then my anxiety attack starts. I fall off my bed and start to gasp for air. I try to scream but nothing comes out. So I just lie there. On my bedroom floor. Waiting. Thinking. Crying. I can't end it. Yet. I slowly close my eyes... Falling into a deep sleep. Hoping never to wake again.
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A Love Unspoken
Non-FictionAlex is your average depressed teenager. She's misunderstood, mistreated, has parents that just don't listen, and she's an inch close from breaking in two. Her closest friend Lauren is the only thing that keeps her going anymore. Besides her major l...
