I've struggled with depression for about 6months now I've learned every damn day is a Fucking struggle. Each breath is a war and ever tear is a battle i lay awake at night thinking what's wrong with me and thinking to myself why can't i be skinny or pretty. I cry knowing that it hurts so much. Feeling empty pathetic worthless and hopeless that i can't even put a smile on people faces. I hope that the relief of the blade i HOLD up against my skin cuts through this pale skin opening up to release this blood i call mine to feel the happy feeling of nothing just pain i deserve and that feeling goes away will i ever be happy again.
