I thought I am recovering from depression, I thought that it was easy to shake off this disease and live a happier life. I was wrong, I never thought that the devil could mask his evil by disguising my thought into thinking I will be happy. I started to see myself falling apart, losing hopes and slowly the need to hurt myself came back. But I don't want to disappoint my family, they mean the world to me. Even if I'm falling apart, I could never break down in front of them. I pick up the pieces and try to fix my wound, but right now depression hits me harder and harder.
I see the world in black and white. Sometimes days are bright in color and some other times, nights get darker than the color of ebony. I wish to float away and leave this pain but it still is gonna haunt me for the rest of my life.
I need to stop this nightmare.