sad

I can__ move, can__ get up,My arms are chained,My head__ not straight,I can__ see anyone at the end of the tunnel,I can__ move, can get up,My head__ not straight, My dreams have left,I feel empty and hollow, My arms are chained,The angel of fear is here with me,To give me a message __oon you__l be free__here__ not light at the end of the tunnel,I feel empty and hollow.

Long time ago I had this thing called hope, but like I said it was long ago

Waking up breaks my heart.Getting dressed breaks my arms.Joining the crowd breaks my legs.Letting someone in...does me in.

We dig holes for ourselves, of comfortable living, and it__ hard to see just how deep down you are until you suddenly want to take a look at the world up there, some fresh airand realise you can__ get up. You__e too far down.

Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mists of the far-off horizon. She did not know what this chance event would be, what wind would drive it to her, what shore it would carry her to, whether it was a longboat or a three-decked vessel, loaded with anguish or filled with happiness up to the portholes. But each morning, when she awoke, she hoped it would arrive that day, and she would listen to every sound, spring to her feet, feel surprised that it had not come; then at sunset, always more sorrowful, she would wish the next day were already there.

A lot of people will ask me __hats depression like?_. Its the same answer every time. __ts shitty..._. But you know whats its really like? Its like a bundle of dark clouds falling over your head, raining constantly. So your drenched. You cant function properly, you can__ do the things you love because your fingers slip and you mess up. Your clothes metaphorically are like your life, you try to change them, but they only stay dry for a few seconds, then its the same old story all over again. And no one, I repeat no one, wants to be near you. Your a wet, soaking, depressed and helpless kitten lost in depressions firm grip. Its like a stalker, it follows you. Everywhere you go, Its waiting for you. You can__ leave it. You can__ ignore it. Its always there. Thats what makes it so scary. You can never get away from it, unless, someone pushes those fiery and dark clouds away. If their willing to sacrifice everything just to make you happy. Even if that means taking those clouds upon themselves.

The hardest part of life is living it.

Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able, - to dress and entertain, and order things

Depression is very real. It'll back you into a dark room, slap you across the face, spit in your eyes, scream in your ears, and punch you in the gut - Until you give in.

I'm sorry...I just don't know what's wrong with me..

Cried myself to sleep-woke up crying_

The saddest part is, no one has missed me, no one would even know if I had died couple of days ago. So my dead body would just lay here, abandoned, without anyone noticing or thinking about where I am. Maybe I am not just important_just mistake, outcast, person who is easy to forget and leave behind

I wanted to tell her happy was hard for me. But I think she already knew that.

It seems to me that our lives are consumed by countless wasting years, but only a few shining moments. I missed mine. Yes is what I should have said. Of course I should have said yes.

My lips have touched more bottles than lovers and I'm half a shot away from psychotic.

Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

I had let down my shields, that was the problem. The crazy inside Dad had infected me, weakened me so that when Finn smiled, I'd been vulnerable. I'd dropped my shields and let myself pretend that somebody like Finn would want to be with somebody like me.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just so that I can feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough to do that.