I try to stay optimistic although I live in a world of deep depression.
Crying because you think no one will ever love you... And the ones that do you worry that they are close to their death bed.
Acking pains in your muscles hurts it stings like fire that has ingnited because you can't breath.
And don't tell me to get over depression that hurts more that a broken bone.
I've had it since I was seven when I was ripped from my mother, don't tell me that doesn't mess you up in the head.
And all I could do was cry reaching out for her and all she could do is the same.
I had nightmares of my mother saying goodbye to me saying she would come back... But she never did.
Of course all of that resulted in me having anger issues and problems.... I wasn't right in the head.
But of course I would never show my true colors to someone, I would always hide it with happiness... And then friends and others would take advantage of me by their anger and feelings.
I've been mental, physical, and verbally abused before.
Athough the physical is no more the others are still in my life.
I remember being poor with my mom and I was happy no sadness exapt when I got in trouble.
But now I'm in a rich family and I'm depressed. So the saying is true.
So don't give me shit about your life when your trying to compare yours to mine because I don't do that... I think that's stupid when you compare two life's.
