Depression

The end of me

It all started at 31-1-1997.
The day I was born, since then I had too much going on in my life. thought to share it and try to help some of you.
I always faked a smile but inside, that smile meant nothing. And people actually support getting in depression because they live to judge others, they have a feeling that when they judge people or bully them that would make everything better because there's someone who is lower than them, by lower I meant have more problems.
They go on bully others calling them names making them feel useless, living by the thought that they'll be fine as long as they hurt others. the true fact though they making a billions of people thinking of commit. and sadly I was one of these people, when I was a kid I was afraid to come near sharp things. Now sharp things are the only thing I use when I'm down, at first I was so afraid to do it the thought if me cutting my own body was insane....
But when I had enough I did it, and I never felt any better than that time. I was surprised it actually helped me I was surprised I couldn't stop.....i kept on cutting my wrist until it became full of scars.
And one day a very close person to my heart died, I tried to cut but this time it was forever.
So I did it, but I woke up seeing me in the hospital room laying on the bed, on the death line.
I was actually dead......from the inside not the outside, but who knows maybe one day I'll follow that special person.