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Yes all girls feel this way.
It doesn't mean it hurts less.
Yes, there are ways to help.
That doesn't mean they all work.
We all cry,
Right?
And there are people who care.
But they aren't easy to find.
Some will help you through this war.
And others will disarm you
And break you even more.
There isn't a lot of people we can trust.
We all have secrets.
Don't pressure us to tell.
We feel alone.
There are others like us
But could they help?
Depression is a tricky game.
Its different for everyone.
Some will cut.
Some kill themselves.
And then there's the ones who will hide it.
The cutters,
They love and they want to be loved.
But it never happens.
The killers will spend lots of time alone.
Wondering if its worth it.
They think no one would miss them.
And that's its just one bottle of pills.
And then their pain is over.
The hiders feel it the most.
They cut, but not where someone would look purposely.
They want to kill,
But can't bring themselves to do it.
These people are Americas best actors.
We will continue to act like nothing is wrong.
We will slap on that million dollar smile.
No matter how much we're hurting.
Because according to everyone else,
WE'RE ALL THE SAME.