I Battle Depression

crumbling. I don't belong here. I'm just ignored; tossed around like a rag doll. nobody hears me. I speak as loud as I can, tears streaming from my face in desperation, but nobody's listening. I hurt; I cry; I am crumbling. disappearing into nothingness. I am nothing. I'm part of the wallpaper. You can't see me. I'm protected by this wall. Nobody can knock it down it's impossible people have tried and failed. No one can get to the real me. The real me is unknown. my soul is broken, ripped to shreds. I feel nothing but at the same time I feel everything. nobody understands. I write to ease the pain. these are words my mouth could never speak. my body screams and aches for anyone to listen, and when I cant take anymore I have to write. this journal is the only thing that understands. the only thing that can hear my cries, my pleas for a way out. I can feel my body crumbling to the ground more and more each day. the pain is like therapy for my hurt soul. not even real therapists. would grasp how much pain I'm in. I just want a way out. no one will see me. no one could like a girl as broken as this. I just want it all to stop. I just want the world to stop turning.