I had to be strong without you, because you were my strength and you left me. I was strong right after you left, but I grew weaker and weaker without you. You kept hurting me and tearing me down after you left.
I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.