I crawl under the table.
I don't feel safe.
I don't feel alive.
I stare at the blade.
Should I?
I don't even know the answer to that question anymore.
I wish it was easier for me to talk to people about my problems.
But I can't.
What if I'm just annoying them?
That's all I am to people.
A pest.
I wish they could see through my happy mask.
I wish they could here my silent cries at night.
I just for once want to say 'I'm okay' and mean it.
Why is that so hard?
A 'normal' life is all I ask for.
I'm tired of my life being revolved around depression..
