That's it. I hope you all enjoyed this touching story, just as I enjoyed writing it.

Depression is a very powerful thing. It's why many have cut themselves, starved themselves, or even killed themselves. It is a never-ending wave and cloud of suffering. 

If you know anyone who is battling depression just like Cloudy was, please, reach out to them. Tell them they are loved. That they matter. Pray for them. And tell them that they are worth it. They are worth enough to live, to be on this planet. Everyone is. Each and every one of us were created for a purpose. We are in this world because we matter. And it's so important to remember that.

It's not easy. Life isn't easy. We all know that. And that's why we should always reach out to one another.

If you are battling depression, I just want to tell you one thing:

You are loved. You matter. And you're not alone, I promise you that.

I hope that through my poetry I have touched you all, in some way, somehow. Cloudy, felt all alone, she felt like dying, she was trapped. She was trapped in her emotions, and she didn't have anyone there to tell her positive things. She didn't have anyone to be there for her. No one really cared about her.

Until that one voice came, and told her, "I'm here for you."
You should do the same. To anyone else. Because sometimes, all that one person needs are some kind words of love to make them feel better.

Thanks to all who read. And remember: stay strong.

-Nicole.