I really should stop skipping school just to plan my suicide…
I use to do that but then I got a truancy letter… So now I wanna die even more.
Why did depression choose me? I can barely walk in my own shoes, so why is everyone else judging me? I wake up every morning & cake makeup on because I hate my face! I wear eyeliner to hide the redness of my eyes… I have to always wear hoodies because of my fresh self harm cuts! So why would people judge me? The world has to be this damn cruel, like they know what I go through. My life isn’t all that bad, but depression has made me think otherwise.
No one has the right to tell you that their life is harder than yours. No one has the right to invalidate your struggles because they “got through it just fine.” No one has the right to tell you to suck it up because other people have it “worse.” Hardships are not comparable. Your struggles are real, legitimate, and just as difficult as anyone else’s