Everyday is sad. I look at something, and i feel sad. I look up at the sky, and the sky starts crying. And I cry along with it. I look at the ground at my feet, and whisper to myself: "Emo, emo, emo...that's all you'll ever be..." People at school make fun of me, because i am not like them. They say that i'm ugly, i'm too quiet, i'm a freak....and then i come home to have my mommy and daddy push in the knife even deeper..twisting it into my heart...ignoring my silent cries. So it stays this way. For a very long time. And hatred builds up within me, i began to hate who i am, what i am, what i do...i MUST hate myself, because everyone does, even my parents... I began to think i'm not worthy of this world, this life, but yet, i am in it.....why? My heart grew cold and unknown, i didn't trust anyone, i didn't dare let anyone in. I didn't want to be touched, i would shrink far back into my corner and watch the world go by. I wanted to die. I want to die. People try to reach out to me suddenly, only because they finally see that i am truly hurt, but i didn't know what to do, so i only did what i've always seen people do to me: i pushed them away like they always did to me. But i still believe in God. He is the only one that loves me, even if no one on earth would. But being human, i also wanted someone physically there, to comfort me in my times of despair, because the mother He gave me will no longer feed me her love. And he sent me angels. Guardian angels. My best friends. But they're so far away, and im not allowed to reach for them. I know they're there, but never next to me...and i slowly sink back into my hole. This is not my life. This is not our life. Everyday I die. This is not my life. I repeat these words over and over as i stare at my feet. My future scares me, because my mom curses it. My past haunts me, because it is what i am today. My present wants me dead. I'm breaking. I need help. I need God? God is already there. Where i live is infecting me. It is endangering me. I'm endangering me. My health, my emotions... The demon of depression has a deep, dark hold on me. I pray: "Father, are you there? It's me, the fool. I need you, Dad. I'm scared and sad." And as i wait, i just continue to cry with the sky and its angels. One day, one day, that day....it will come. The day when i can break loose from this iron chain, when it finally rusts and lets me go, i will be free. Somebody please help me... | 
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