I Battle Depression
I'm 17
Only 17... as a kid, I never knew I could feel like this. Alone, sad, confused, etc, etc, words can't describe what I feel inside.
I'm addicted to cigarettes, I have few close friends, and I don't feel like i matter to anyone outside of my family, who have little in common with me. I feel like the strange, weird one, the loner, the daydreamer. Everyone seems so insincere and insolent, selfish bigots concerned with only themselves and the latest trends. I am kind to people who are kind to me, but I disappear into the background all too often, forgettable and invisible. I've self harmed many times and I can't take my shirt off in front of anyone for fear of judgement. The friends I do have don't talk to me outside of school really, I kinda miss them sometimes but if they really wanted to see me, they'd call, right? They compliment me on my art or music, but I can't take them seriously. They seem too sincere, almost fake. Medication is another addiction, without them, I can't function. I wanna cry, but I find that I can't, and that makes me even sadder. I wish I could show people who I really am, maybe then they'd see how much of a good person I can be...
Only 17... as a kid, I never knew I could feel like this. Alone, sad, confused, etc, etc, words can't describe what I feel inside.
I'm addicted to cigarettes, I have few close friends, and I don't feel like i matter to anyone outside of my family, who have little in common with me. I feel like the strange, weird one, the loner, the daydreamer. Everyone seems so insincere and insolent, selfish bigots concerned with only themselves and the latest trends. I am kind to people who are kind to me, but I disappear into the background all too often, forgettable and invisible. I've self harmed many times and I can't take my shirt off in front of anyone for fear of judgement. The friends I do have don't talk to me outside of school really, I kinda miss them sometimes but if they really wanted to see me, they'd call, right? They compliment me on my art or music, but I can't take them seriously. They seem too sincere, almost fake. Medication is another addiction, without them, I can't function. I wanna cry, but I find that I can't, and that makes me even sadder. I wish I could show people who I really am, maybe then they'd see how much of a good person I can be...
By:
zero1979
Age:
16-17
,
Male
