There's the feeling of being completely powerless and hopeless which I wholely detest. I'm tired of trying to be something I'm not: happy. Even though I can point out positives in my life, I still can’t control that I ain't happy.
Worst of all, I just get upset for the slightest reasons and it's hard for anyone to understand cos they've never been there. Yea, they all want to help, they want me to talk to them, I understand that they want to really be there for me but it's easy for me to tell you about depression but understanding it, is a whole different dimension.
YOU ARE READING
Tales Of A Depressed Teen
RandomShort Stories. In between are poems. Random thoughts about the misconceived ideas people have towards me. I'm not happy, I'm just smiling. Plastic smiles always worn outside. Behind doors, it's me, myself and I battling with depression.
