I Battle Depression
I've gotten where I can't even tell my therapist anything and my mom just wants to go the easy route: meds. I don't want them. I'd rather be miserable and die then alter my brain. I can barely tell who I am as it is, meds will make me wonder that more, and if they don't, they aren't working... I refuse to deal with the side-effects... I want to have never existed... I can't take much more suffering... But I don't even have the energy to commit suicide, and even though they've hurt me, I can't hurt other people... they've raised me by guilt trips. And I don't have a sure-fire way to end it... they've made sure of that............
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