One day she's going to be lazy to breathe and just die

Those teenagers who sit in their rooms,
crying themselves to sleep,
with anxiety and depression.

Were once the current children,
Who have light in their eyes,
And hopes in their heart.

The girl in my story is me.
This is me, my life, the real me.
The girl that everyone thinks she's happy.
The one who's "just tired"
Yes i am tired, but it's the kind of tired sleep can't fix.

If you look into my eyes you will see the pain and all the tears i try to mask with a smile.

Every thought is a battle
Every breath is a war
And i don't think i'm winning anymore..
Please don't feel bad if one day you wake to find out i didn't.

It's not about staying strong anymore
It's about trying to stay alive.

But here i am still alive because i don't have the guts to kill myself.

Don't forget everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.
Be kind.

I'm fighting depression.