The girl who’s always smiling can’t find it in her to fake it anymore… She’s exhausted. Please, help her.
She fights every damn day with her demons and right now, they’re winning. The worst part is, there’s no telling what thoughts are racing through her head.
She’s screaming and crying out for help but no one’s really listening to her. Everyday she wakes up she wishes she wasn’t here. Everyday she goes to sleep, she prays she doesn’t wake up.
Everyday is becoming more of an uphill battle that is becoming almost impossible for her to fight. The smiles are less and less. Her laugh is nearly nonexistent. Her depression is taking over. Please God, or I am begging you to save her.
She has a smile that can light up a room and a laugh that is infectious. Please do not let that go to waste. She feels as if she’s fighting a losing battle. Her depression has hold of her and she needs strength and power to beat it.
She feels alone. She feels hopeless. She believes she’s helpless. The world needs more people as selfless and caring as her. Please, help her.
She thinks she’s served her purpose already but she has so much more to do in the world. She feels the walls are closing in on her and no one will help or save her.
She feels like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. She’s managed to push everyone away to a point of no return. This is not who she is or who she worked hard to become. This is depression taking over her already vulnerable and fragile mind.
She’s convinced herself that no one cares about her. She can’t even wrap her head around why anyone would… Without even realizing it, she’s sabotaging everything in her life. Well, her depression is.
She doesn’t want to feel this way. She wants to change and be happy. That’s what she wishes for every time she sees a shooting star. To be lifted from this depression and experience joy.
This girl is on a downward spiral and it’s spinning out of control. To the point where even just the thought of death is comforting to her. It’s giving her a sense of peace from the pain and hurt she feels. I truly hope it’s not too late. No one should feel comforted by the thought of death.
She’s in a very scary place. She’s afraid to be alone because of what she might do. The pain increases as each day goes by. The world needs her and her purpose is not yet fully served.
Please, God, help this girl. Give her the strength to at least put up a fight. She’s so weak and lonely and it’s only a matter of time before she’s lost forever. Then it’ll be too late because her only means of ridding the pain is by getting rid of herself.