I am a fighter.

I am a fighter. I have fought a battle. And I have lost. You may think I am talking about contact fighting. No. I'm talking about the REAL fight that takes over my life. I am depressed. I am bullied. And I've tried to fight back. I am alone. I am lost. Lost, in a world of thinking I am nothing but a nuisance. In my heart, I know that this is not true, but my brain thinks it's a reality. I seem tough on the outside, and I seem immune to the bullying. But inside, I am screaming. Screaming, hoping, wishing, wanting. Wanting the bullying to cease. Wishing to live a happy life. Hoping I will snap out of the depression I have smothered myself in. I am a true fighter.