Short Stories Of Depression

Pain (part 1)

I've lost all faith in humanity if I killed my self only a few people I know would grieve over it but would anyone else care hell no I'm on my own suffering in my own pain no one will be able to understand the pain I go through everyday my depression worsens but disappears through fake smiles and laughs I've hid my emotions from everyone but the people I care about knowing they'd help me or try to even though they don't understand what's wrong with me I hate showing emotions or having feelings because they always get fucked up and I end up getting hurt my escape from everything is the music I listen to the blood I shed when I'm creating a picture on my wrist does anyone ever truly care probably and probably not I'm broken on the inside but no one really notices I'm screaming for help though no one can hear me