Depression is temporary

Everyday is a battle.

Not only from my mental illness, but also from the strange and cruel reality.

They don't know what i'm struggling here on about.

I'm trying to keep myself together, but then slowly seeing people make fun of something that shouldn't even be laughed about.

That makes me.. Lose hope.

I don't even know right now. It's just hard that no one knows what's the deal with you.

It's really hard.

I can't open up to someone.

I can't show my true self.

I can't even show anyone my wrists.

My scarred wrists..

I look at them and can't help think..

"Are these decisions going to help me?"

No. But who knows anyway.

I'm not normal.

I'm broken.

And no one knows.

But then again i look outside and think..

"Life isn't supposed to be fair."

So that makes me feel that my everyday battle is a test of how long i can be strong.

I know. I'm not the strongest. That makes some days hard. And i lose hope.

But that losing hope doesn't matter as long as i'm still alive right now.

I know i can do this. Even without help of drugs or even my family.

I'm proud i'm even alive at this second when so many have died.

I want you all to know.

Depression is only temporary.

I know i can surpass this.

I know you can too.