Silence is a girl’s loudest cry

Depression runs in me like the blood rushing through my veins, it's what i breathe in with every breath. It's in every aspect of my life, every corner i turn to. It's in the walls i speak to at night, it's on the bed i rest my head on. it's in the ears that don't hear my pain and the eyes that don't see me hurting. it's in everything i do, and there's nothing i can do to make it go away. nothing i could say to make it leave. But the one thing that helps me cope is writing: helps me forget for the little while, helps me breathe easier for just a couple minutes, helps me heal a little without saying a word.