It’s like hanging off a cliff, soon enough your arms get tired, and you just want to give up and let go, because of its easier than hanging on. Only some can pull themselves up, others will let go.And then you got one other. The ones where someone helps pull someone up from a cliff. They pull them to their safety and hold them close.
To me, that is what Depression is. I’m sick of this all. I am an apologetic person as it is, but why am I apologising for feeling like this. I’m the one who is crying themselves to sleep, gasping for air to stay alive. I’m the one on the floor, struggling to breathe because knives are being stabbed into my heart repeatedly. I apologise so many times for being sad, but why? Why should I apologise?
But then who do I blame? I can’t blame anyone because no one is to blame for what I am going through. I can only blame myself for going down this road. I can sorry over 100 times to myself, and still hate myself as much, and more likely even more.
~Monsters Living In My Mind~