The Sum of My (Past) Depression

A burden was placed on my shoulders as a child.
I carried the “weight of the world” like it was my own.
Often times, I wore it like a badge of honor.
I grew up feeling sorry for myself.
I thought I was living in hell
so I rehearsed the pain over and over again
until I became that horrible pain,
it hurt so bad I wanted to end my life a thousand times and one.
I cried so much and so often
now I don’t even feel the need to cry
even if the tears are on the verge of falling down
even if my life depended on it,
the water wells have dried up.