Lost forever.

Conceal.

She is just a girl in a broken world, looking for a superman to save her from herself. She just wants a friend who can understand that she's not mental. She's not crazy. She's depressed.

Hannah Freeman. She is the popular girl. Stuck in a cruel world. She seems like the All-American girl. She has the car, the looks, the "perfect" family, the perfect life. Nobody knows that she's always happy during the day, but that all changes at night. She thinks she has these friends, but she's beginning to realize that they aren't the ones holding her when she's falling apart at 3am, when she's completely alone. She just wants someone to notice she isn't the same anymore. They have to notice that soon after she smiles it quickly fades to a frown. They have to notice her grades slipping. They have to notice she has stopped eating. They have to notice she has stopped wearing short sleeves. They have to notice that she isn't just cold. They have to notice she doesn't know who she is anymore. They have to notice she's lost.

She covers her scars but they'll show someday. She drops hints but they don't catch them. She has talked so many people out of suicide, but why can't she talk herself out of it. She needs someone to tell her why not?!  She needs something, but she doesn't know what it is. She needs her friends but they don't know. They'll never know. They'll never care. She has even "accidentally" showed them but they just looked away like they didn't even see it. Nobody knows how close she is to falling. Or maybe she'll just jump.
She needs to feel numb. She just wants to end it.

It's not easy dealing with self harm or depression without being judged by being called an attention hog. So she decides to keep it her dirty secret, unless...

People never truly understand why we do it or why we would even think about it, but when you feel the way she did you'll understand. She was bullied for being a nice person, they called her out for being a kiss-up. But they didn't know she was just trying to be liked. She wanted to feel wanted. So she did what she could. But they didn't notice when she stopped. She stopped caring. She stopped living. She had seen other people go through it, but thought she'd never be like that. She didn't until the night she decided she could ease her pain with a blade, she just thought 'Oh, one can't hurt' but one became two and two became three and so on. She could just die and nobody would notice she felt hidden.  She came to terms with it on the outside, but even a fake smile can't hide it all. Some people asked. She lied. She couldn't bare the thought of someone finding out. But in a way she wanted it. She wanted someone to stop her when she was in the middle of ending her life she needed to know someone cares. But they never came. So she left.