DEPRESSION...WHY DID YOU?

It was hurting. The wound wasn't healing. IT WASN'T  HER CHOICE ! Out she went, looking for heal. Looking for a way to no longer let the damage control her life. Was it hard? How did she went about looking for heal? Did she survive? Did anyone offered help? Did she went out looking for help? How was she feeling?

"YOU'LL BE FINE!"..."WORK HARDER,NOTHING COMES EASY!"..."EVERYONE ELSE DID IT,WHY CAN'T YOU?". All these statements came flying. It wasn't easy. It was HARD. IT WAS HARD. VERY HARD.

They tried to help her. She was struggling. They somehow tried. She saw them trying. She saw them being disturbed. She knew, she was the reason. Her dark world became pitch-dark. IT'S TIME TO LAUGH IT OUT. THE CLIMAX OF THE DEPRESSION ARRIVED. SHE STARTED BEING HAPPY...*PRETENDING TO BE*. The world trusted her. She failed. She no longer could pretend. Neither was she able to handle her depression. With tears rolling down the cheeks, beautiful curve on her lips, legs trembling to jump off from the 17th floor, she closed her eyes and the body leaned forward onto the air. DEPRESSION. TEARS. REGRETS. Pretty much relatable, aren't they?

The cries got louder. All the screams around. Nothing differed. A girl who had a dead soul and living body is now having them all dead.  From her rotting body, flowers shall grow and bloom. She'll beautify the world...always.