They disgust me.

The people these days, they really do.

It enrages me, it makes me want to scream at them.

No matter how badly I want to, sadly, I cannot slap the stupidity out of them.

They flaunt scars or other various things as if they were trophies, using them to get more attention.

They aren't something to be proud of; they're a source of shame.

Depression isn't just a phase, it isn't something that just passes by as if it were a swift shadow.

It stays, it lingers, slowly eating you from the inside out.

You think about ending it all, but at the same time, you can't bring yourself to.

They disgust me because I know how it really feels to be pathetic.

I know how it feels to be dirty, alone, pitiful, and a waste of a human being.

I know how it feels to be truly broken.