Depression feels like someone's permanently throwing rocks at you, shouting things like
You're not good enough!,
You're not pretty!,
Why do you even try?!,
and all the rocks keep hanging on your body, pushing you down.
And when the moment comes, when you finally fall down, people kick you, and spit on you.
And you're just covering your face, hoping it may stop one day.
You're not good enough!,
You're not pretty!,
Why do you even try?!,
and all the rocks keep hanging on your body, pushing you down.
And when the moment comes, when you finally fall down, people kick you, and spit on you.
And you're just covering your face, hoping it may stop one day.
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