Depression and the way it kills me

Just like you❤

Sometimes it's easy to pretend that everything's okay. That you are alright. You laugh, make nonsense and that kind of Shit. But when you are alone, you break down and realize that you have been too strong for too long. 

The last few days I always thought about harming myself again. Then I touched my scars. And I still thought about it..

But I stand strong...
At least for now...
Nobody would care anyways...

I started to eat a little bit more than the last days, but every time I think about, what I've eaten or to eat something, I get the feeling that I wanted to throw up...

It's annoying...

But I'm just like you...
I'm human...
My depression shouldn't change the way you see me...