Hard to get

Everyday I feel like this could be the day I break, where I get to the point where I just can't take it anymore

Going through the day becomes the challenge of how long I can surpress the feelings of why I should even be living

I ask myself, "why am I here, what do I have to live for?"

Over the years it has become harder and harder to surpress the feelings, I know soon I will break if I do nothing to try to get help

I can't ask for help because I'm afraid to admit the reality of the condition which I believe I possess

Depression is the reality I'm afraid to acknowledge, because when you have always been sad it's hard to ask for help to become happy