Category : Stories
Sub Category : Drama
There's a weight on my chest. A weight called depression. And no matter where I move, there it is. Sometimes a smile can't take it away, for a little, then it comes slamming back. All I want is it to go away. My chest needs to be free. I feel like I can't breathe. I want it to stop, but it won't. With every breath, it just worse. I pray and pray, but nothing works. I thought about ending it all, more than once. But then I remember my friends, the ones that need the happy me, the masked me. I love helping them, even if it's not the real me. The fake me is the rock in their storm. So I'll put the mask on again, as my weight gets bigger, theirs gets lighter. I'll have to live without breathing, for them. There's a weight on my chest, called depression.
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Just remember one thing, You were put on this world to do something. Maybe it is a tiny thing, but it means alot to sombody else. Maybe its a huge thing and inspires many more. Also what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, so you can emerge from victory and succeed. And after you get throigh this, you can inspire many other people. You just have to believe in yourself :)
Jun 12, 2018
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