The thing is, the people in this world that shouldn't be sad, are. The ones that have everything-a home, parents, friends-they feel it, too. That's the thing about depression-it consumes everyone.
In today’s society, kids have it the hardest. Along with freedom come stress and pressure and the need to be perfect. I’m not the only one who lived like this, surrounded by people who would say words didn’t hurt. As if our flaws were worse than the words themselves, those names we got called, and we got called them all. So we grew up feeling like we would never measure up. We weren’t the only kids who grew up this way, juggling depression and loneliness. While others slept, we stayed up, walking the tightrope. And some of us fell. But all of this means nothing. All the things they said we were are worthless. And if you can’t find anything beautiful about yourself, look a little closer. Stare a little longer. Because there is something inside that still believes that they were wrong. They have to be. Our lives are worth more than names like ‘freak’, or ‘stupid’, or ‘useless’. It’s hard to live in a world centered around perfection, when in reality,..