The girl who seemed unbreakable broke. The girl who seemed strong crumbled. The girl who always smiled cried. The girl who never gave up quit trying. Finally, she dropped her fake smile and whispered, "I can't do this anymore.
I'm sick of making things worse. I'm sick of being hurt. I'm sick of crying myself to sleep. I'm sick of hating everything. I'm sick of faking a smile. I'm sick of feeling this way. I'm sick of letting people down. I'm sick of being me.
I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.