I feel my heart bleeding.

I feel my heart being constantly suppressed.

It's aching.

But I can't tell anyone, because it's nothing I haven't told before.

I have nothing new to tell.

It's all too familiar.

I'm tired of myself.

Worst of all, I look down upon myself.

Millions out there who are suffering worse predicament, so what do I have to complain about?

I know, depression isn't logic.

But rationale is the only thing that can keep me going.

If I hold on to emotions - well, that'll just kill me.

I'm still living my life.

Walking.

Smiling.

Socialising.

Functioning.

Going for work.

Going to gym.

I'm still living.

I'm still walking.

There is no other way.