I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock, after another night of crying myself to sleep. I don't want to go to school where I feel isolated and lonely. They know nothing, no one knows anything. They will never understand what it really feels like to look in the mirror and want to puke, to go through school wihout the need to cry pools of tears. Starting to realise, that they'll never know the truth. This is my story of depression.
It's raining once again, my head pressed against the bus window, tangled hair in my face. If only I could die rather than live a life of lies. Or just fall asleep and never wake up. Maybe then everyone would notice me. Everyone would care. If only I could tell someone that just because I might look happy doesn't mean I actually am. Even a white rose has a black shadow.
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The Suffering
Short StoryCharlotte is going through depression. She hates her life and doesn't know what to do about it. But things are about to change..
