I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.
"How did you get so empty?" "When people leave, thet take a part of you with them. So many have left, and there's nothing left to take." "Please don't be sad" "Darling, you can't be sad when your empty. You can't ve anything.
(The girl who seemed unbreakable broke, the girl who always laughed cried, the girl who never stop trying finally gave up. She dropped a fake smile as a tear ran down her cheek and she whispered to herself "I can't do this anymore" ~ Unknown)