I'm 3 years depressed.
I'm 3 years bullied.
I'm 3 years suicidal.
3 years of cutting
and 3 years pretending that's everythings okay.
Every day i'm acting like there's nothing.
Every night I'm crying till the sleep hits.
Every day I hear i'm not worth it. Every night nobody hears me cry.
Every day having a fight with my parents.
Every night asking myself why I'm still here.
Every day acting. Every day been bullied. every day crying. every day fighting. every day lonely. Every day laugh at. Every day failing. Every day fake smiling. Every day trying. Every day slowly dying
Why am I still here?
They say it's hard to fake smile.
I think it's hard to fit in.
I think it's hard to be loved.
I think it's hard be happy.
I think it's hard to not cry.
I think it's hard to lose someone.
I think it's hard to make friend.
I think it's hard to talk in public.
I think it's hard to live life.
Some say with depression you feel nothing. I say you feel to must on the same time that I don't know how to raget.
