Dear Depression,
I want to say I am okay, I really want to, I want to say I'm okay, I don't need help and I can get through it. But really I just want to cry and break down all the fucking time. I want to go crawl in a corner and if someone comes in, I want them to hug me, and hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay. But that's not how it works. I reach out for help, and to get that, I need my parent's permission for help. They stay in the room as I go deep into the dark side of my mind of how much I want to kill myself, how lonely I feel, how scared and vulnerable I feel at that moment. It not only hurts them, but it hurts me as I tell them my deepest darkest secret. You would think that since the secret is out that they would be more understanding and supportive. But no, they tell you to 'knock it off' or get mad at you, make you cry even more, give you more of a reason to hate yourself even more than you already do. Thanks depression. And with that depression, comes anxiety. They fit like a perfect pair, your worst enemies. My parents, they didn't mean it, but they told me I could runaway if I wanted, they told me I could move out. But really, i'm a little girl in a teenagers body calling for her mommy and daddy. I just want them to say I love you. I want them to say it's okay. I want them to support me, but thats not what I get at all. For the times I've spent watching their kids, doing their work, doing my best for them. They say,
"Stop with this nonsense."
Fuck you,
Depression
