Horror Stories

Story Seventeen

you say life gets better? no it actually doesnt. you say depression goes away for good? k. we will see about that. depression never actually goes away for good. it may leave for a few months and if you are lucky even years. but it is lurking around every corner you turn waiting to catch you in your time of weakness and then it attacks. and you have nobody there to comfort you except your depression. when depression comes back this time it will set out to kill you. you never see it coming though. it catches you one day when you are crying so damn hard your tears stain your cheeks. you get up and look in the mirror and all you see are your little imperfections you are trying to hide. you never see adults walking around with scars on their wrist do you? is it because there life was better, or was it because none of us make it that far? Depression is a mental illness that nothing can cure. it picks you out of a crowd of all these people and decides to make your life a living hell. it keeps coming at you until you decide to kill yourself. Nothing can cure this. no pills. no treatment. it makes you go insane. it makes you hate yourself. it takes everything away from you and the sad thing is you cant do a damn thing about it. you sit back and watch your life slowly disappear. it makes you so damn lonely. it takes away your childhood. it takes away your happiness you start to wonder if you were ever happy. your happy memories slowly disappear. you start thinking of ways to kill yourself. you stop talking. you stop trying to make friends. you stop everything that makes you happy because you dont have any interest in it anymore. you start sitting or laying on your bed with tears staining your cheeks because of your thoughts.

this is it for now. I might add more. but it might take a while. but i dont know yet. stay you stay strong