Depression Dreams

I want to help the world become a better place, I want to join the peace corps and help kids in need. I want to be able to travel the world so that I can better learn to understand myself, but how can I do that? How can I live for others, when all they ever do is tear me down. They decide to talk behind my back and they think it’s okay. They think that she’ll be fine, nothing bad will happen. What they don’t realise is I’m slowly dying. Maybe not physically, but mentally. I am slowly losing my motivation to get up in the morning. Slowly losing my need to smile. Slowly losing my future dreams. All because their words they spread for a little while. Doesn’t it mean anything that you are ruining my life? Even if it’s not on purpose? You should see what you’ve done to me, underneath the surface. So then I realized maybe maybe being alone is the only way I can be me.