Why must things be so cruel? Depression is such a virus. I love being happy; I'm sure you do too, but it just sneaks up on you and ruins everything.

Everyday.

One day, you'll have the best day of your life. Then, the next .. it's a nightmare.

Sometimes, laying down at night, I wish for the darkness to wrap it's arms around me and take me into an internal sleep to which I'll never awake. never awake...

I'm never awake.

I film my life through these eyes the stars above have given me and with perfect vision, I can see it all. I don't want to. I want to be blind, for I see more than I should. I'm not mad. I promise.

I exhale a soft sigh as my mother walks in. No. She's not my mother, but just a relative. She took me in when I was 13.

I found my mother dead. I got off the bus from elementary school, it was the best day of my life and I ran happily to go tell my mother about my day. But... She was sleeping.

Not just sleeping, but with her eyes open. Body cold to the touch - yet - I still went to my MOTHER.

The one who I love. She didn't even look at me as she laid on that bed, me not knowing she was lifeless.