Breathe Me

Your heart is full of broken dreams Just a fading memory And everything’s gone But the pain carries on.

half of me is like ‘lets get a billion tattoos and wear killer heels and sharp eyeliner and red lipstick and leather jackets and dye my hair super bright colors’

They say that those who work the hardest are those who will earn happiness. But the ones who work the hardest in today’s society Are the ones with the darkest circles under their eyes Are the ones with the fakest smiles Are the ones with the highest therapy bills Are the ones with the anxiety attacks Are the ones with the deepest depression Are the ones who punish themselves more than others do Are the ones who have become the most alone Are the ones who have become the most lost. They say that those who work the hardest are those who will earn happiness, And that may have been true in the past. But in today’s society, are they really earning happiness? Or are they just working hard enough to last?

This is heartbreaking. As a person who has suffered and still is suffering from depression I can surely say it made me stop and watch this for such a long time. Why should anyone feel sorry for “having” depression? You don’t have depression first of all. Depression “has” you in some kinda weird way. And it’s never your fault. Never and in no fucking way. Don’t be sorry. Don’t let anyone make you apologize for feeling this way. Nobody wants depression. Nobody needs it. Nobody. With no exception. Don’t ever ever apologize.