Struggle

I struggle some mornings to get out of bed just so the world can show me how worthless and meaningless they view me.

I watch others smile and wonder what it is like to mean it.

I see people in love and wonder what it is like to feel it.

I see others succeed and question why that path was never an option for me.

I wish i could he happy, i wish i could be healthy, i wish i could be loved and admire.

My depression reminds me daily that i am worthless, undervalued and not worthy of anything good in life.

I battle my depression because i want to live and hope that one day the storm clouds, the black and gray would go away.

But as each day passes, i see more and more there is nothing on this earth for me except sadness, abuse and pain.

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