Every day is a struggle for me to get out of bed.
I'm fighting this depression that I'd eating me from the inside out.
It's hard to pull up because I feel like I'm drowning into the
darkness and there's no light in sight.
Death wants to take me under.
But I refuse because
I'm strong enough to overcome this horrible illness.
Depression is a real thing and you
shouldn't joke about that or about suicide
because a lot of people suffer with
depression or any other mental issues.
I'm suffering but I'm also fighting depression.
I'm not going to give up because I have a life to live.