Im only sixteen. im tired.. im tired of fighting this battle everyday. being sixteen should be about cherishing those last moments of being a child before you have to grow up. instead my mind and body wont let me. im in a war within myself. i WANT to be happy. i WANT to smile.. a real smile. i Want to have fun before its too late. we are children that the adult world around us expect too much of. so much that we break down and dont function properly. our minds can only handle so much. every “child” of sixteen that suffers from depression have been broken way before they should have been. we’ve seen too much, we’ve experienced too much.. too much has been put upon us. we learned what real life is the hard way. being depressed isnt about having to grow up, its about how we grew up too early. we were unable to learn how to deal with certain situations. situations we couldn’t avoid and couldn’t handle. it’s tiring.. having to go through everyday like this. its hard.. and it hurts.