Adolescent Depression

There are so many beautiful teenagers that laugh and joke and make you feel bad about yourself. And we know, okay, we’re sorry. We’re just so confused about why it’s so easy to push someone down when we’re already on the ground. Please empathize with us when we are home alone and admit to ourselves: Every exhale feels like a scream for help. But we puff out air instead of sound because words feel too heavy and we know our mouths are meant for loving, not for screaming. I mean, how do you tell someone that your heart feels like it’s bleeding. And so do your eyes. And your ears. How do you say “ I don’t want to breathe anymore”?