Secret Words of Depression

It was a cold and sad morning when I woke up. I sat at the dinning area with my toasted bread and butter. My mind was out of place, thinking nothing but my future, scared for what the tomorrow may bring. I decided to walk to a place where my childhood memories came back to life. A memories that kept me pushing to my limits. Then a dark and ghastly smoke pushed me. The feeling of failure and frustration bit me. The pain of disappointment yelled at me. The negative thoughts tortured me.
"You're useless."
"You're stupid and shit."
"You're ugly and fat."
"You are a failure of this generation."
"You should die and the world will be much better without you."
"Nobody loves you and nobody will."
"Suicide is your only hope to stop the pain." Those are the sharp words made me weak until my body became numb and lifeless. I kept screaming and shouting, asking for help but nobody bother to listen. Nobody tried to wipe the blood from my eyes. I tried to crawl while my fingers are shaking. My expectations to myself was starting to crash like an avalanche. Then, I came to a place that I never been before. A place that  draggred my feet to walk extra miles.
A place that full of stangers. "Where am I?"  I asked myself. I don't trust anybody. I know it will not be easy for me to walk through this street. While I am wandering I felt rejected for no reason. I felt that I failed myself once a again. Asking myself what's wrong with me until I saw a bench with a sign "Have a break"  under the coconut trees. I sat for a minute to listen to the stories brought by the wind, watching the leaves playing, while the birds are whispering. I realized no matter what, I need to trust my mind, my heart and my feet. They know the right destination. My heart knows the right path, my mind will make away and my feet will bringing me to the place where I belong. The only thing I need to do is to follow them. I might not get the success for this day but one thing I got was the gift of trust. I should not compare the sun to a moon, the land to an ocean, and the lion to an eagle because all those things has their own uniqueness. Therefore, I should not compare my story to you. But before I leave this place I will let the wind carry the pain, I will let the birds listen to my story, I will let the leaves whisper to my soul and I will let the nature shower me the wisdom of life.The cave that I refuse to enter, holds the treasure of the future. I cannot run nor hide from the dark smoke but I can get rid of it and these are the secret words of depression.