Again

I feel myself slipping once again, I know whats to come now, I've been here before. Loneliness and despair, just me and my thoughts, my private struggle.
I don't want much, just to be free from this darkness, this pain, this fear. I wish people didn't judge, I'm not 'weak'! I can't just 'pull myself together!' I wish it were that easy.
I wish they understood, I wish I didn't have to pretend, I wish I didn't have to hide, I wish I wasn't me!