You know what hurts?
When you see little kids getting bullied,
When you see the best people committing suicide,
When you see little ones getting cancer,
When you see teens getting into drugs,
When you see husbands and wives cheating on each other,
When you see kids suffering because of a bad relationship between their parents,
When you see people becoming depressed because of every other thing,
When you see that every other person is lonely,
You know what hurts?
When you see that humans are falling apart and you can’t do anything about it.
When you can’t do anything to stop it.
I miss you a lot Mom,
You know I miss you Dad,
This world, it just makes me sad,
These people, they try to bring me down,
They try to crush my dreams,
They try to walk all over me,
But I have your memories,
They keep on holding me,
Hugging me tight,
I know you’re watching me,
That’s what makes me feel alright,
I know you’re worried too,
But don’t worry I won’t lose this fight,
Just trust me okay?
I’ll make it out alive,
You’re my strength even when you’re not around,
Sometimes when I miss you it feels like I’m gonna drown,
But then I pull myself together and stand high on the ground,
It’s you who make me, me,
It’s you who make me strong,
I’m going to miss you everyday and hope to see you around.
Depression doesn’t always make you a drug addict, it doesn’t always provoke you to self harm.
Depression doesn’t always make you a loner, it doesn’t always make you write suicide notes.
Depression doesn’t always make a girl lock herself in the bathroom and cry for hours, it doesn’t always make a boy wear long sleeves and smoke on the roof.
It’s not always dark and gloomy, sometimes it’s bright and colorful.
Sometimes depression is all smiles and laughs and good grades.
Sometimes depression makes you listen to loud music.
Depression can be a charming boy who’s always helpful or a beautiful girl who you always borrow things from, depression can be a stranger sitting on the beach in a park or it can be your dearest friend. Depression can be a person surrounded by people or someone who is home alone.
It doesn’t always kill you physically sometimes it kills you mentally.
Depression can’t be detected that easily.
When I’m sad I don’t want people to tell me that “it’s going to be okay”, “move on with your life”, “time is a great healer”, “to be strong” and stuff like that. I want someone to hold me tight and tell me that it’s never going to be the same , it’s not going to be okay, I want someone to tell me that it’s okay to not be okay, I want someone to tell me that my scars will never fade and that I have to learn to live with them, I want someone to tell me that it’s okay to be weak sometimes, it’s okay to cry, its okay to break down, it’s okay if your world falls apart, I want someone to tell me that it’s okay to be sad.