Depression.
It happened when I was 10.
It got worse when I was 12.
My life was never the same.
And now its just pure hell.
I haven't been happy in a long time.
Bad things just continually happen to me.
Every day I get let down.
I always end up angry.
Depressed for so long, its become my life.
Its who I am.
I will never overcome this depression.
No psychiatrist has yet to actually listen.
Depression is me.
A sad life I lead, just waiting to be dead.
My depression is spontaneous, it can be
sparked by anything.
Sometimes I want to cry but I do not allow myself.
On the inside I am constantly screaming.
I am so full of pain.
Depression.
It will never go away.
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