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The feelings of hopelessness, sadness and emptiness. The thoughts that run through your head a mile a minute nonstop, and the lack of motivation to do the things you enjoy is gone and you just prefer to cry or lay down but you can't, because you're too tired to do even those things. Then you decide to take a warm shower and just the feeling of the warm water down your back seems too cold then you raise it till the warmth you wish for harms your skin. You're standing there, motionless as the scorching hot water cascades down your back, feeling nothing, losing track of time until an outside force breaks you out, and you leave that mind state of

Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame • Most people would cut their wrists in their bathroom, but that's too predictable. It was half past noon on a bright Sunday. Your mum and aunt had wanted to go to a restaurant, and after denying their invitation to leave the house, they left you to yourself at home. It was about time too, because you had to get relief now. Making sure the white truck had left the driveway and was halfway down the street, you quickly made your way into your mum's home office. She worked as a professional sketch art

Feeling so... out of it.... I have a headache.... Just from a basic medical standpoint, let's cut out some basic causes: -I had breakfast, so I'm not hungry -I slept a bit, so I could be a bit tired, but not too bad -I went outside today a little bit, but it shouldn't be because of the sun And I'm unmotivated.... My brain thinks I should work on writing or art.... But my body won't comply. I just want to lay in bed and not move.... Final diagnosis: everyday depression.

What's it like living with depression? Only feeling sadness or aggression, Tears or apathy your only expression, Feeling the weight of it's suppression, No desire for concession, Sleeping your days away in succession, Sapping energy to keep you in submission, Laziness will be your peer's misimpression, This is only my digression, This is what it's like living with depression.

His poor little eyes sparkled so bright, In his dark realm there was no light He stopped sleeping he didn't like to eat, His hands had cuts and so did his feet. His past was rough and so were his eyes, This makes me wonder how quickly time flies. He misses his soft skin, as white as a dove, Now it was red with the name of his love. Oh! That amazing girl who had never known, She was also worth the love, she was never shown. All the beautiful thoughts which they use to bind, All those memories now filled her mind. Life is an illusion, love is a lie That's why this poor boy just wanted to die. The girl had the same thoughts, she