The demons came back, I am not fighting them anymore because I don't have the strength and honestly I just fucking give up.<<<would you give up if I told you I loved you, slayed those demons, and helped you regain your strength?
When the littlest thing goes wrong, it brings me to a bad place.reminds me of this black cloud that's been hovering over my life. Why can't I just see it as a speed bump.instead of as a complete failure? I'm loved by many, but feel empty. Hate this
I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.
My heart was still beating, my chest was still rising, and my brain was still working. Why was the world so cruel as to let the dark hands of death touch me then force me back into this hell of a life.