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It's been 4 years. For 4 years I've forgotten how to breath. I would live this same terrible lifetime over and over again just to have even a second of real happiness again. I dont want to be a sad poem anymore. I'm sorry ma, seeing you in pain is unbearable but I dont know what's wrong with me either. All I know is everytime I turned to look for you when I needed you the most, you weren't there and it was, depression was. I need it ma, but oh ma its hurting me so much! I dont want it anymore. I need someone to tell me I dont need it otherwise what's the point in living a life where all I'll do is disappoint, a life where I'll only be a burden, a life where I'll only be a waste of space. I'm sorry ma but I'm stuck and its whispering in my ear that I'm not going anywhere any time soon. All I want is for someone to hold me in their arms and tell me that it's ok for me to let go and that everything and everyone will understand why I had to do it. Cause everytime I think I'm finally beat, I get beat on a million more times and i get smaller and it hurts. My body is aching and its screaming for relief. I want to keep on fighting ma. But everytime I do I lose a part of me that I never get back and it's only a matter of time where all of me wont quite be me anymore. It will never stop but despite all the pain I've endured I am willing to take all it's got for me until I can't take no more because you deserve nothing more than a happy ending ma.