I still get those sleepless nights.
Some nights, I canât sleep if Iâm not gonna cry and let it all out.
Most of the time you just feel empty inside and exhausted and you just donât wanna live anymore.
You lose interest in everything that youâve always wanted to do and in everything that you love.
Thereâs a constant battle in your head and body. Your mind says âgo get up and function. No one has to see youâre depressed. You canât let your family know.â and/or âI wanna die. I wanna die. I wanna die. I WANNA DIE.â And your body is just âNo. Iâm not moving. I am not gonna function. Iâm exhausted.â
I know for some people itâs very dramatic to hear and pitiful to see someone who canât just normally function, like theyâre dead inside. But itâs more than that. Thereâs more to that. We donât need someone to feel pity on us or what so. We donât actually want that. We donât want that kind of attention. We need help. Help us get through what weâre going through and stay fucking real to us. Be there to listen when we let our thoughts out. We donât need judgement. We need comfort. We need a home. We need someone who wonât give up on us even when we have already given up on ourselves.
I donât know why Iâm writing this out.


















