Fight  of  depression

Fight of depression

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DEPRESSION as the word itself become to much famous in 21 century among youngsters that it losses to much attention from the elders itself. As we know that the generation gap between youngs and elders as been a big problem to understand anything new for both generations. About the word "Depression" where the young one cannot able to come out and elders cannot come to understand about. Where the fight itself becoming more miserable by becoming not understandable by the elders and by becoming more complex for the youngsters. I think it will be best to try our (youngsters) selves to fight with it back by ourselves. As i know the word "Fight" and "Back" toward our daily life does not exit in depressed people. They find their selves to much part of life that they forgot the name of "Normal" to life. In their lives the way they are living in depression itself become normal. The only word and thought they have in their mind and action is "Death". And with time to time the only solution of their every short to short problem is end by ending their own life. If you came to read this forward then why not you just see the fight your ownself who is wrong and who is right.
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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