I've dreamt a dream recently, it isnt much but I dreamt of me. A me that was happy a me that had hope, or maybe me that was doing more than staying afloat. I looked to the sky and smiled, I held the hand of someone fun, and all of the time I soaked up the rays of the sun. I dreamt of a me that was happy. But i awoke in a sweat, shallow breathing a harsh breath. I looked in the mirror at the ghost I'd become, hard working and tired like I'd worked until there was nothing left. I looked in the mirror and a tear left my eye, but not at the pain id left but at the future I had to find. Only bright stars left to uncover like a gold mine. I knew there was pain but I knew there was time left to borrow. I had hope, not only sorrow. Sp yes I dreamt a dream of peace, not just because I've been sad but because I'm tired of being sad. I've worked through so much that I'm almost left mad. Thing like these are taboo to talk about but fuck it I've got nothing left but to scream and shout. I will not pass quietly into the night, I will fight this depression and darkness will all my might. Yes this sounds corny but I'm tired of the only emotion I feel is horny. I will get better I will get stronger I will get better and no I will grow somber. This life gave me nothing and I will fight every day until theres something. I am the main character and depression the antagonist. I don't need an enemy I am the best pessimist. I'm tired of needing help because heroes dont need helping all the time, but they do recognize when they need it. I just wish those I'd left were here to see it. Thank you