1. Some thoughts were taken fromdifferent posts about depression. All rights reserved and honored.
DEEP PRESS
C’mon. Please say it straight.Say I never mattered. It does not matter if it was me.
Please, if it was only easier for you to understand that I am having a hard time to cope up with
things, maybe you will know how painful this life is.
I stand here with nothing but one story to tell. A story how this pain slowly kills me inside. And I
speak here in behalf of someone who is suffering from this very suicidal disorder called DEPRESSION.
I’m safer when I am alone. I can keep it inside, here in my chest. This is the safest place to be.
As time went by, I become a depression myself. Someone who is still wide awake at 3am, silently
crying with tears that has no meaning. Someone whose pain hides behind my big laughs at silly jokes.
Someone who has the most number of friends just to escape from being alone. I become the scars that
reminds of how I hurt myself. And I become the voice who can only mend my dying soul.
Perhaps,you could just hand in a knife so that I can stab myself to death, or give me a rope so that
I can tie myself. Or I could have just skip a meal always so that my body would just give up on its own.
But I would not do that and yes, I keep it all inside because I would rather let this pain destroy me than
anybody else could.
Now all these people around me keeps on telling me, I look tired and sad. And definitely, I am sad
and I am tired. I can’t deal with this. I am not strong enough. I am too tired of pretending to be someone I
am not.
My friends tell me that lately I am mostly quiet than loud. Little did they know that this silence
means I’m in pain.
May you never pass me by and pretend like I don’t matter. I want to be treated well. I want to have
your attention. I want to be happy, like you.
I don’t want to be here anymore but please, do not treat me a like a loser.
I hate being alone. I hate being with nobody. My thoughts, my feelings and my mind are eating me
alive. Do you think I had lived a happy life?
To be honest, the best thing I ever did in my life is continuing to live when all I want is to die.
Please try not to ignore me ever again.
-Hannah