The truth is, I’m ill. I’m very ill. I haven’t got a cold, or even the flu- I have a horrible illness called depression.
It cripples great minds and kicks them when they’re down. It catches you up when you’ve run for so long and you’re all out of breath. It sits on your back all day long while you’re at school or with friends, and if only they could see the size of the demon that haunts you, they might realise the strength you have to have just to smile.
Whether you’re alone or surrounded by inviting company, it’s your loyal companion but one you wish would just leave. It’s the friend you put all the effort into and all you get is shit and insults in return. But this is persistent- every day, several times you argue and you fight and you wish for some space. It’s not…
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