You know that feeling, when you're in public and everyone around you looks so happy?
They all stare. They aren't used to seeing people like us. Raggedy hair, broken smile, blank eyes, and scars. The scars is what gets em' every time.
"How could someone hurt themselves? Thats crazy, psychotic, mental, and not normal!"
Seeing all these people happy makes us feel so isolated. It's like we're drowning and everyone else is so blind that they can't even see it.
But no one can help us out of this sadness... This depression.
We really are all alone...
