Physical

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Sometimes, when everything is quiet and the humans are being beautiful, I realize that I could kill myself, and the world would still continue. It’s the feeling of sitting on the bathroom floor with your knees to your chest, tears drying on your face, with the light off. It’s the feeling of hiding in your room, longing for someone to please please please take you away from this place. It’s knowing you won’t be remembered well. You have already been forgotten.

I think people forget being depressed is a very physical thing. You feel it everywhere. It’s a stabbing loneliness in your chest. It’s a heavy ache on your back and shoulders. It’s getting too tired to finish your own sentences, too tired to breathe. It’s walking really slowly because you have no energy, and the world is moving too fast.

Sometimes, it’s like the word is ignoring you. And you just have to let it, because you are insignificant and worthless.

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