Hope has been lost.

It has disappeared from life as I know it. 

The sad songs you hear on the radio make me cry. 

I have given up on trying to beat back the demons that live inside. 

I have tried in vain to hold onto the hope, 

to tell myself that it is all

going to go uphill from here. 

But it never does. 

I tried to hide it at first, 

but I realized that I needed help. 

So I went to my parents for help. 

But they told me it was common for people to

be delusional and say they’re depressed when 

they’re only sad. 

So I gave up on that. 

Without anyone to talk to, 

hope faded away, 

until it was erased completely from my life. 

I’ve been scarred. 

Ive been bruised. 

Ive been cut 

and beaten 

and insulted. 

But how do you get over the endless days? 

Where people make fun of your name 

and call you a slut 

when really, 

you’ve never even had a boyfriend. 

How do you get through the days 

when pain racks your body 

and panic attacks take over? 

How do you keep living

when you just want to end the pain?