My depression

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


This is not really anything, a few words explaining how it feels when you struggle, like me.

Submitted: November 21, 2017

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How I feel:

I have been depressed for about 2 years. I don't tell anyone about it, except for my close friends. Even my family doesn't know. My brother is also depressed, it is in our genes. So, I don't want my parents to be stressed out about having two depressed kids so, here I am. Each day I fight with my parents, and hurt the ones I love. I can't tell them why I am upset, so I just say they don't understand. That, Is partially true. Nobody understands me.

I do not speak what Is true.

My true feelings I keep wrapped tight,

But eventually, it gets to be too much.

I scream my words, from fear that no one will hear.

My tears stain my face red, while others don't understand why I cry.

I wish they would undertsand.

I wish.

I wish.

I wish.

Maybe if I only let them know,

Maybe they would show sorrow.

But, they don't know.

I take each word like a bullet,

Even when they are not weapons.

All of this is my fault.

I wish I could go back and change this path.

But it's too late.

My words feel fake, as they come out of my mouth.

'I'm happy' I say

'I'm fine'

I'm not.

I never am.



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