Here I go again. The inner battle, the constant struggle to block my thoughts. The same feeling of loneliness and having no one to help. Why me? Why now? Can no one hear me? I'm crying for help but what good is it doing? None. Do I have to go through this alone, the thought of it scares me. But to go through this again... it's as if I'm a fish swimming with no fins. I'm drowning and no one can save me. I know there's hope I just have to find it. Pushing forward bit by bit. Maybe someone will hear me... finally, they'll see. It almost got me once but not again. I'll fight harder this go around. Depression you're going down.