People always tell us to speak to someone about our problems, but we are scared to. We are scared of telling people how we feel without being scared that they are going to judge us. We are scared that they will say we are mentally ill and need help. We are scared of the chance of getting the same response over and over again. We are scared of losing people close to us because they will think of us differently. We are scared of telling the truth.
A girl who is having a rough time in her life is getting tired of everything around her. Everyday, the energy she has in her goes away, no matter if she got a lot of sleep or even just a little. The motivation she has is no longer there. Her appetite starts to decrease. She gets more quite everyday. The people she talked to everyday are fading away from her. The love in activities she did is no longer in her interest. Plenty of thoughts run through her mind during the school day. She finds someone to go to during lunch time, and when she doesn't find anyone, she is alone. She is tired of being alone, but doesn't show it. She tries to keep a smile on her face and tells herself that things will get better. No one asks about her day, no one asks if she's okay, no one seems to think that she is not ok, even if they know she is acting different. What do they say though? Nothing. The girl gets worse and worse everyday, but seems to keep it to herself. She eventually starts to show and share her sadness with the people around her, but what do they do? They don't do anything but ignore her and say sorry. I'm sorry but...haven't we all been told that if you think someone is depressed or is showing a change in emotions that you should be concerned? Haven't we been told that we should be caring to others?
There once was someone who I once knew a long time ago. Everyone talked bad about her, called her bad things, started rumors about her, and pretended to be her friend. What they didn't think about is how her feelings got hurt so bad, but they didn't care. No one gave a shit about her feelings but their own. That girl got affected by those words and it made her sad. She was already depressed enough and it made her emotions even worse. She eventually got suicidal because her life was going downhill. The bullying, family problems and self harm got worse everyday. She eventually decided to take her life away. Guess what happened. Everyone eventually started to care. They started to care that a life was taken. I hate how no one cares about someone until they are gone.
