Every time you cry, I feel
My eyes swell with fat salty tears and my lungs deflate. My throat becomes dry and my heart twists in knots.
I feel every ounce of your pain.
And I’m so sorry.
I know what it’s like to feel like you’re just floating through life.
That you feel like you have no purpose.
That only if you died, people would understand your pain.
But do you realize that there are millions of people who understand exactly how you feel?
Depression houses millions of people. it’s evil because you didn’t choose to live there, it kidnapped you.
You don’t have to give up. I know you can’t see the world because depression blind folded you, but life is truly beautiful.
It’s so damn beautiful it brings tears to my eyes.
I didn’t see it before. You don’t know how much I wish I would have dragged the blade upon depression’s skin, instead of my own.
I look back and wonder why I was adding more pain to myself. It doesn’t really sound logical anymore.
I lived life with a lock on my lips. I was dying inside, but no one knew it. The key sat hidden under my heart, but I was oblivious.
I believed that there was no saving me.
Please don’t believe that.
Because you deserve to be happy.
I looked at your smile before this mess happened, and it was golden.
Chin up gorgeous, you’re Golden.