"Why did you do it? You have both parents who love you and friends who care. You live in a comfortable house where food is in variety and clothes are in trend. You are pretty and that girl you used to like, checks you out in the halls. Academically, you're actually okay. So why did you do it? Why did you attempt to take your own life?"
"Well it's funny depression you see, it creeps up on you. You have every reason to live but still want to die. Depression is different from sad, it befriends you. It doesn't dicriminate. It just leaves you bare and alone and no matter how much you want to fight... it reminds you constantly that you won't be missed, that everyone will do just fine without you. So that's why I did it. Not as a cry for attention or because I forgot the good in my life. I did it because depression reminded me that being alive is hard."
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pillow
PoesiaThis is for you. You who craves the love you give away be returned to you. you who hopes life gets better and that your heart shall heal. You who knows the pain of begging yourself to be happier, to live longer and not take your life. This for you...
