Did I wake up?
Yes, I did. I can see that sun light interrupting my eyes. I am alive.
That's exhausting.
I'll have to take my breath. I can't move from my bed though. Why are all of those tears collided in my eyes, Why am I crying?
I..I don't feel anything to cry about but I feel so dizzy.
Damn..
Setronin? Did you leave again? Please don't.
I can't fight alone anymore.
They say you make people happy, of course you do. You are the one hormone of happiness and when you leave, Happiness leaves with you.
*Setronin (n.) : is the hormone of happiness, whenthe brain leakes setronin, The patient goes through chronical depression, it might last long, it dosen't end, but it comes and goes from time to time.
I read that yesterday..I read that when you leave, I feel like that.
Do you know Mr.Setronin, That I feel nothing?
Do you know Mr.Setronin, That I don't know how to love anything including myself?
Do you know Mr.Setronin that I haven't looked in the mirror because I don't want to look at me?
Do you know Mr.Setronin that I feel sorry for my parents because when they kiss me before I sleep, I feel guilty because I want to sleep forever?
Do you know Mr.Setronin that I want to have the desire to eat again, I don't want to look at the plate and force myself to eat?
Do you know Mr.Setronin that the only thing that I feel I'll miss is my parents hugs, If I left this world and it is the only thing that keeps me alive?
Do you know Mr.Setronin that I know that I don't have the right to take my life, but I wish I had?
I am living another day, I am surviving, although it is so hard. Please come back.
We both know that I wasn't that person years ago.
Come back because my Ego can't help covering this chronical depression anymore.
Make me alive again. I Don't love or hate anything, people call me beautiful, I don't believe them. Because my brain tells me I am awful.
I became an empty painting people love to look at.
They say depression kills, but it kills you slowly, it kills you alive. It keeps eating every little hope inside you. It is that mate, that invades your brain, You no longer feel pain. You no longer feel love. You no longer feel.
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