No sun is seen,
The pressure rises in my chest.
A clutter home,
With a noisy environment.
Just a regular routine.
Voices in my head,
I'm unsure if they're mine.
I have to do this,
I have to be that.
My cries remain unsaid.
Close friends are no longer close.
I contemplate if my life is worth it.
I drown my pillow with tears,
Scared of the present,
Living in the shadows.
I gave myself pain once a day,
Unable to see the light.
I went by life,
Feeling like a vagrant.
I felt far from okay.
How did I end up like that?
Just one small mistake,
Made me cry for the two years.
I died inside everyday.
Unsure where I would end up at.
When I needed them the most,
My friends left.
I did this alone.
Depression was a parasite,
And I was the host.
It got worse.
I got laughed at,
No one stayed beside me.
I just wanted one friend.
I was alone in this giant universe.
Then summer came.
Tired of the nights I cried,
Tired of everything,
Tired of life.
I decided to try.
In the summer of 2012,
I went out of the house,
And went to a Christian camp.
On the way there with my brother,
I met someone.
Just a simple boy,
But one who helped.
One who cared.
I was just a kid,
I knew how depression felt like,
He knew how to help.
I smiled more,
I talked more,
I was happy,
I was joyful,
And my faith was insured.
That's my story,
When I was a sixth and seventh grader.
I still live with those regrets,
But I can control them.
I know,
It gets harder before it gets better.
It's the Darkest Before the Dawn.
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I don't know how I ended up writing this, but it just spilled out. If you don't mind, read my others stories. :)
