Some Days

Still in a really depressed, pressured mood. It's been 3 weeks... I hate this mental illness.

Sometimes, it's hard to concentrate, and

Sometimes, I feel like I can't live on.

Sometimes, I can't find the energy,

Other days, I just give up.

Some days I feel like darkness,

Some days, I don't see the light.

Days like this drag on.

Sometimes, I miss the old me.

Sometimes, I don't want to do anything,

Sometimes, I find it hard to move on,

Sometimes, I cry all day long. 

Some days, I see how depressed I've come.

Everyday, i wish I was like my sister.

Everyday, I push myself to my limits,

To try to get as good as a mark,

As my sister did when she was my age.

Everyday, I feel stressed,

Dark.

Depressed.

Haunted.

Everyday, I don't find the point of living,

When everyday, the pressure is tangible.

Everyday I wonder,

Am I really her sister?

Sometimes, I wish I could be a different person,

Some days, I just break down.

Those days my stomach tightens,

My thoughts are suicidal.

And on those days, I need someone to talk to,

Someone who cares, listens and understands.

Someone who has the right words to say,

Someone I know, someone I trust.

Silently, desperately seeking for help.

Wishing for my family to notice 

The pressure they put on me,

And the pressure I put on myself.