My name is Tamar, I'm 16 and this is where I say what I want to say you dumb African
"Life it’s self is only a vision, a dream, nothing exists in an empty space. And you... you are nothing but a thought. "

I guess this is a poem or story or my thoughts... I don't know...

The depression it eats away at my brain. Each day it gets worse and as the days go by my smile loses its height. So many people around me who care and love me, so why is this shit still here in my life? I try and try to be the happiest person you could possibly know, but it eats away at me, do I need the pills? Do I need to swallow my happiness? Do I need a prescription, written on papers that the doctors own that say I’m depressed, that I’m crazy… that I need these pills to survive my daily life. All this confusion in my brain, question after question, driving me up the walls, sleepless night, dreaming of my death I can’t take this fucking world anymore, should I end it all now? What do I do, what do I say. How do I start to explain? I hate my life and I hate myself, I hate who I am and who I’ve become. I hate living in this world, I hate my body I hate everything there is about me. I wish I could change and be someone else. I just want to die and end all the pain. Depression eats at you like a disease rotting your insides, starting from your soul to your heart, to your skin with the blade, to the wall feeling your pain, to the end of your life where you lay. Kill me now and end this pain.

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