Standing in a room, a room of silence,a room of fear, with nobody but you,your alone. You start to panic," where am I". You wake up.
I can't stand looking in the mirror it scares me, I put on makeup to feel something. I look down and hear a voice "you should of done it". I look at my skin and see scars caused by the sharpness of a blade, and think will this end. I can't feel. I can't see. I can't hear, and I can't taste. Nobody sees you, nobody can hear your scream, and nobody will care. Spending day after day wondering why you called for help, why she was the only person who asked "are you ok?" And all you could say back was "ya I'm okay" but inside your head your screaming for help.
Family. Your family looks at you in the eyes but see fear, do they care? Looking into a mirror facing a knife looking at a gun, Can mean different things to everyone. "Your a mistake" the voice in my head repeats over and over. "Don't go in there they will notice" he says. You suddenly realize that you were screaming in your sleep and nobody walked in. Can you look at someone and see depression, see hurt, pain, because I can. It kills everyone. I'm rotting in hell on earth. But where do I go afterwords. You ask yourself the same question "am I ok?". Everyone can determine what they hope there future will be like,
but what if you don't want one. I am dead. Thank you for paying attention to me, thank you for helping, looking at the real me because now I can't hear, I can't see, and I can't breathe.
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Depression is not something that is
shown, we hide it, please look a little closer.
