Depression

November 6, 2017

Why?

Why me?

I don't understand.

I wake up, only to feel as if I'm a monster.

Not to others, but to myself.

I don't want to hurt anyone else, only to help them.

I look in the mirror and began to scream.

"You are ugly, you are fat. You are worthless."

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