When you look at me you see a happy girl that's always smiling a strong person who never cries, but really I'm dieing inside and know one knows sometimes I'll swing and close my eyes and jump off them to see what it would feel like, when I say I don't feel good I mean I'm not okay anymore, when I say fine I really mean I'm nothing, when you see my crying and I say it's a headache it's really a heartache, when I say I'm okay I mean I wanna die, today at recess I was tracing my fingernail over my wrists were I would cut, but I won't cut because I am stronger then depression
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My depression diary
Randomso by the tittle you can tell it's gonna be sad this is a diary I'm writing about depression so WARNING if you are easy to upset don't read
