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Depression is a weight you carry on your shoulders.
Some days, the weight is light, you barely feel anything.
But what seems like the worst times possible, it hits you.
You're constantly tired, but you can't sleep.
You know you need help, but no one would help you anyway.
The energy in you is gone, so there's no reason to fuel.
Your mind is a blank, black chalkboard, chipping away and falling on the floor.
You grow weaker day by day.
You draw a smile on your face to hide the shame.
You try to socialize to show yourself the positives.
You attempt to do things you love...
But nothing is the same as it used to be.
You hate yourself for this.
Why are you so weak? So insignificant? So dumb?
Why are you putting yourself through this?
You should just give up. Let the black sea of life wash you away.
You've tried everything...
But it keeps growing.
A few times it seems to die off.
Here you go back to your "normal" life.
But next time is comes back stronger.
No sleep.
No food.
No emotions.
No socializing.
No cleaning.
No life.
You just want to be free.
To be away from this torture.
But you can't.
Because this is you.
This. Is. You.

Description
Depression is a weight you carry on your shoulders.
Some days, the weight is light, you barely feel anything.
But what seems like the worst times possible, it hits you.
You're constantly tired, but you can't sleep.
You know you need help, but no one would help you anyway.
The energy in you is gone, so there's no reason to fuel.
Your mind is a blank, black chalkboard, chipping away and falling on the floor.
You grow weaker day by day.
You draw a smile on your face to hide the shame.
You try to socialize to show yourself the positives.
You attempt to do things you love...
But nothing is the same as it used to be.
You hate yourself for this.
Why are you so weak? So insignificant? So dumb?
Why are you putting yourself through this?
You should just give up. Let the black sea of life wash you away.
You've tried everything...
But it keeps growing.
A few times it seems to die off.
Here you go back to your "normal" life.
But next time is comes back stronger.
No sleep.
No food.
No emotions.
No socializing.
No cleaning.
No life.
You just want to be free.
To be away from this torture.
But you can't.
Because this is you.
This. Is. You.