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I feel really depressed all the time. I feel like everyone is counting on me

-My Choi Kwang Do Master
- My mom
- God
- Jesus
- My brother
- My sister(s)
- My Uncle and Aunt
- My cousin
- My nephew
- And countless others

I feel tired everyday. I never have abreak except one day a week which we go to church

Depression is a part of me that takes over as soon as I'm alone.....when I'm alone I wonder why I'm alive

Andromeda Nicole wrote: "I feel really depressed all the time. I feel like everyone is counting on me

-My Choi Kwang Do Master
- My mom
- God
- Jesus
- My brother
- My sister(s)
- My Uncle and Aunt
- My cousin
-..."
You should let your problems rest in Jesus's lap, lay them down for him to deal with!

midnigtmystery wrote: "Depression is a part of me that takes over as soon as I'm alone.....when I'm alone I wonder why I'm alive"

join into a group at school, write it down, or even write it down, and Burry it! :))

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I know!

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MEEE TOOOOOZZZZZIIIIEEEEZZZZZZZ!

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Ive been depressed lately. My world has turned to black and white,bleak nothing my only thought. Everyday another bleak memory gone by

Dear God,

Thank you for my friends here in this group! I love them all!

In Jesus name,
Amen

Depression is my daily battle

i don't understand how people can be so happy all the time when i go and cry myself to sleep because i know what i'll dream about i know that i'll see that same image over and over again. i can't stand the thought of waking up in the morning to the same exact thing

Me too I dream about actually being happy

i dream about the one thing that holds me back from being happy all the time

My whole body feels empty,everything it hurts to feel

thnx that really helps like a couple years ago i came out of the depression. then recently things have gotten so hard for me to deal with to balance everything things have just now started to go my way but i'm afaid of it all going downhill

Fallenstars98
i'm srry you feel that way and heres my advice. to get over deppression you have to want to be better. you have to understand that you can do anything you set your mind to

I want to be better but every time I get a little better someone breaks my will to keep going on and I fall harder

thnx and good for you! i'm really trying to keep my head up and i have someone to talk to. so day by day i get a little better

I do try,everyday I win the battle of life. Every day

That's not whining

I bet people think I'm happy, but really, I'm smiling at my friend and simultaneously wishing that I was dead.

I'm just tired all the time my grades are slipping but i don't care! i just don't like myself or my home or my environment i fell to inclosed like in any moment if i stay quiet i might combusted! but impatiently I'm good at being quiet! people just want me to do stuff all by my own they don't want me to learn then follow but just follow! i lost u yet!? I'm just saying that when I'm me they don't like me but when I'm not they ask why?! i don't get it myself!lol i just in myself all the time just in the inside looking out...

Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "I bet people think I'm happy, but really, I'm smiling at my friend and simultaneously wishing that I was dead."

yeah i feel the same way..! like all the time i do something wrong my mom just says:"this child has a very dark heart cause if she dint it does not take common thinking to know that what you did was wrong"... and "every time people look at her smiling and laughing they think shes nice but the girls heart is dark.." i heard this exact speech two days ago! but they don't get this i laugh all the time so they don't have to fell the real pain that i feel!

midnigtmystery wrote: "Depression is a part of me that takes over as soon as I'm alone.....when I'm alone I wonder why I'm alive"

yhea you question all the things but next time wonder why you think that way when your alone it those not have to mean you have to feel lonely yeah its hard! but just think of stuff you might like to change in your life and just start from there!?ok?

Nafissatou.traore wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "I bet people think I'm happy, but really, I'm smiling at my friend and simultaneously wishing that I was dead."

yeah i feel the same way..! like all the time i..."

Yeah. No one can know what I'm thinking, it would ruin the shambles of 'life' that I've built.

I used to be depressed, but I'm not anymore.

Zoe *What doesn't kill you makes you stronger* wrote: "I used to be depressed, but I'm not anymore."

good job!

Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "Nafissatou.traore wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "I bet people think I'm happy, but really, I'm smiling at my friend and simultaneously wishing that I was dead."

yeah i feel the same ..."

no! it will ruin the life that you think you have it's not worth it charlie every time i just think it's not worth the time to hide our true feelings but we do it anyway!lol(not)

Nafissatou.traore wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "Nafissatou.traore wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "I bet people think I'm happy, but really, I'm smiling at my friend and simultaneously wishing tha..."

I still think that things will change. And even though I want things to change, I don't things will chnage for the better.
I think no one will understand.
None of my real friends are as nice as you guys ;)

Hannah B wrote: "Nafissatou.traore wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "I bet people think I'm happy, but really, I'm smiling at my friend and simultaneously wishing that I was dead."

yeah i feel the same ..."

well? i dont care! but if she did she apperently does not care ether...

Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "Nafissatou.traore wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "Nafissatou.traore wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "I bet people think I'm happy, but really, I'm smiling at my friend and ..."

but?you got to hope? yhea i'm being a hypocrite but you got to TRY and HOPE?!

Hannah B wrote: "Well, thank you Charlie XD I don't have friends except for my bestfriend and She lives faraway so I don’t see much of her."

Anytime :D sorry about your friend

Nafissatou.traore wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "Nafissatou.traore wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "Nafissatou.traore wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "I bet people think I'm happy, but ..."

Maybe. Maybe not.

Aw. You should like skype with her

i run solo... i kind of not sorry about it!

Nafissatou.traore wrote: "i run solo... i kind of not sorry about it!"

Don't be!

Hannah B wrote: "Charlie I luv Gale Hawthorne wrote: "Aw. You should like skype with her"

That sounds like a good idea!"

I did that with one of my friends, it's really good

anyone feel like your life is slowly being sucked out of you and all you can do is sit back and watch the show

*raises hand*

I'm depressed because i'm always sick

i had a crying brake down when this huge math project i did i had to re-start 'cause of what i did was stupid.

i also had a depreesed/crying brakedown when my mum and dad discovered i wne ton the site called Booksie, and Max-dan-wiz (booksie is a site where you post your stories)

and i told them that maybe i join those sites 'cause its easier to be-friend a strager who can't see you and can't judge you by your apearance rather than someone who has seen you and hated you for the way you act/walk/talk...etc.

Natty wrote: "anyone feel like your life is slowly being sucked out of you and all you can do is sit back and watch the show"

Me too

I wrote this on a five-mile walk...
I like walks...
They help me think...

Memories of an Angel
(view spoiler)[
When I was born, my mother died.
When I was born, my father left me
on the doorstep of a neighbor.
I was thrown into a foster family
who only kept me for the paycheck.

January first, Kindergarten
Sally was coloring a picture
of the sky when her blue
crayon, the color of her eyes
broke in her tiny hands.
I walked over to her and gave her mine.
She tore it out of my hand
and didn't utter a word.
I went back to my picture
and colored my ocean green.

October twenty-fifth, First grade
We were finger-painting in the middle
of the schoolroom on the fourth floor.
John spilt the red paint on the ground.
He started to clean it up and I went
over there to help him. He left.
I finished cleaning it up.
It took an hour. I missed recess.

February thirteenth, fifth grade,
Mary's parents were fighting
and her mother went away for a while.
She didn't have a lunch packed anymore.
She would come to school and sit
in a corner where no one could see.
I gave her my lunch for a month.
She didn't say thank you and ignored
me with the rest of the class again.

March sixteenth, sixth grade,
my entire grade has begun to ignore me.
I don't mind. I keep getting involved
in my books and my poetry.
They think I'm weird.
They think I'm insane.
Maybe they're right.

December twenty-third, eighth grade,
I really like this girl
named Gabriella Garcia.
She has long dark hair
and beautiful brown eyes.
I gave her a necklace
with two G's on it.
She went to the winter dance
with someone else.
I smiled at her there
and hoped she had a good time.

April twenty-second, ninth grade,
My first year in highschool.
I see a girl with crutches come up
to a door near the school.
I open it for her and hold it
until she finally makes it inside.
She doesn't look at me or thank me.
Because I held the door,
I missed the bus home.
I called my parents.
They told me to start walking.
I walked five miles that day.

November twentieth, tenth grade,
my sophomore year is here.
Max cheats off my test,
but when the teacher asks
I say it was my fault.
He leaves without even a smile
in my direction.
I don't mind. No one has smiled
at me ever before.
Why start now?

May eighth, eleventh grade,
Jack just got his license
and needs money for a car.
I've been saving up money
so I could go to college
the next year.
I loan him a thousand
and he says he'll pay me back.
A month goes by and he says nothing.
I ask him once if he remembers
and he says to stop nagging.
I don't ask again.
I never get the money.

April ninth, twelfth grade,
a girl yelled at me that I was hideous.
A boy shouted I had braille on my face.
I decided to take a drug for it.
I started Accutane.

June tenth, twelfth grade,
I finally graduated from there.
I walk outside and see Miranda crying.
Her car broke down and she can't get home.
She lives very far out of my way.
I give her my keys and she leaves.
No smile.
No thank you.
I walk home again.
Halfway there, a drunk driver
swerves to the side and hits me.

June eleventh,
I wake up in a hospital bed.
My foster parents are glaring
down at my crippled body.
They ask where my car is.
I tell them.
They leave.
They never come back.

June twelfth,
I found out how bad it is.
My spine is broken.
I will never walk.
My left arm is snapped.
It might never work.
My kidneys are trash
from the drugs and the crash.
I need a new pair.
I'm put on a list.

June thirteenth,
I get a roommate.
She's eight years old.
She needs a new kidney.
She won't have long otherwise.
Her name is Angel Schmetterling.
I recognize her last name...
it means butterfly in German.

June fourteenth,
they found a kidney for me.
It's my exact blood type.
I will survive.
The girl next to me
still needs one.
She only has a few more days.
She has my bloodtype...

June fifteenth, Noon
the girl next to me
has stitches in her back.
The kidney is working fine.
My face is yellowed
and discolored from poisons.
I'm going to die soon.

June fifteenth, midnight,
the girl next to me
gets out of her bed
and comes over to me.
She puts her hand on my stomach
and waits.
It's as if she can feel my pain.
She looks me in the eye
and it's as if she knows.
She puts her lips next to my ear,
"Thank you..."
Then she kisses my cheek lightly.
It was the first time someone
had ever told me thank you...
No one had ever cared that much
for me before...
I close my eyes,
smile wide,
and go off
to live with the angels...
forever. (hide spoiler)]

I write LOTS of poetry, lol.
Some of it not as good as others... (although Kat and them will tell you otherwise :P)

Hannah B wrote: "Coolkidrox123 {The coolest of them all!} wrote: "i had a crying brake down when this huge math project i did i had to re-start 'cause of what i did was stupid.

i also had a depreesed/crying braked..."

me too, my mum deosn't know half the sites i go on here... well.. used to go on booksie and MDW (where i met mitch) and now goodreads (MDW spammed my email with nootifications >_<)

Hannah B wrote: "I haven’t actually wrote poetry. I mean it usually doesn’t really rime but it tells a story or how I feel."

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme...
rhyming is just a bonus if it makes sense and isn't forced.