People look at us like a pitiful person
Sometimes they call us crazy
Then they laughing at us
Make a joke of our pain
When we cry
We cant tell anyone
Cause we are afraid of how their eyes change
The way they look at us will change
We make war with our mind
We want to give our soul away
And we stuck there
With a plain look
And feel bored
How we ended up here
And how we cant get out
Anymore
Who to blame
Probably ourself
Take me home
For us expecially myself with depression
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I’m going to take a shot at this, I believe we are not different, and I do believe everyone is crazy you have to be crazy to survive in this world, people on here are voicing how bad things are in their lives, trust me half the population feel the way we do, they are fighting their battles in their own way, much like we did before finding SP, Suicide rates are high in all countries some more than other’s, which tells me those countries standards of living are really bad. When you think about it that’s a horrible reason to want to die and that could be fixed, I also believe everyone gets their turn in the barrel, some early on some later on, the ones that laugh today at people with problems will be crying sooner or later, we are all in this together. People are cold in general they like to pick on the less fortunate and say I’m glad that’s not me, that alone tells you their crazy! In the end it’s up to us as people to learn how to cope with our depression and just accept our short comings and try to make them better. Their are no cures just ways to cope.
I barely look anyone in the face anymore.
I dont even want to see people face anymore
I want to see your diary too.. but i fant click your nameeee ugh