Why am I still here? There's gotta be a reason right? Everyday I just seem to suffer more from my anxiety, my depression and the voices. Not a day goes by where I'm alright. And at the end of the day, I always end up either cutting or drinking. I've been to the doctor, I'm on meds, they're well adjusted. I go to counselling and therapy and still, nothing gets better. Why am I still here? Because I'm strong? Yea right. I feel so weak and nothing ever gets better. My mask is getting thicker as my grip starts to slip and I don't know how I'm gonna make it out alive.