A Love Forgotten.

I am one of the millions of people who are diagnosed with Depression.

It seems like almost everyday I lose a little peice of me inside, but then again, I gain strength from hanging on.

Writing is my way of channeling my feelings through my body, and out of my heart.

I currently now do not consider myself as, "Depressed."

Nevertheless, I still do have feelings of sorrow and regret that come and go...

It's a scary feeling.

It's like a monster, or a parasite.

Slowly but surely, eating you alive from the inside out.

I once believed that I would never be loved. Just because one person in my past hurt me to the point that I didn't want to live anymore.

I let that person have so much control over me, when I shouldn't have.

He didn't even know he had such control over me.

But that's what happens when you fall in love.

You lose yourself.

So for those of you reading this, thank you.

You are beautiful and pure, inside and out. And do NOT let anyone tell you otherwise.
Cause if they do...

I'll come and beat em up (;

Thank you all.

~Spread your wings and Fly~

SteelAngelEternal