Tell me why I matter... What is the purpose of living? Why do we climb the hill of struggles and success when all we do is fall back down... The vine without thorns means I can’t let go but I shrug it off like it isn’t there. The vine with thorns means I can’t let go of things from the past and they wont let me go to the point that I bleed and suffer just trying. The three yellow flowers are; depression, self hate, and sin. The Angel side is me pretending to be happy but I’m being controlled by self hate like a puppet controlled by strings. The demon side is my true form and me knowing I can’t be enough, I’ll never be good enough, I can’t be who my family and friends want me to be... I’m different and nobody seems to understand how hard my life is, so I keep it a secret to the point where I cry at night and draw depressing pictures to release my stress. I sometimes even scream... But all I have is the knowledge of knowing that somebody up there loves me, but I question if God cares enough to help me even when I pray in suffering for him. But all I do is hope, hope things will get better. The metal collar around my neck is depression, holding me tight
