The terrifying truth is that no one fucking cares.
You tell them you're depressed and they say you'll get better, but that's not how it works. It only gets worse. You get to the point where you don't even know why you're alive, and when you tell someone they say that you are making up lies. You hurt yourself over, and over just because you feel like you deserve it, and when you tell someone they call you an attention whore. And you get so frustrated with yourself because you can't seem to smile anymore. But when someone sees, they don't ask if you're okay. They don't wonder if you're alright. They just assume that you're in a pissy mood. No one fucking cares, they don't care if you starve yourself, they don't care if you cut. But when you kill yourself they say that they should've seen the signs.
You were screaming in pain, calling out for help right in front of them.
But they didn't care. They never will.
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Hello, this isn't my first short whatever you want to call it, but it's the first one I'm publishing.
I know you're not okay,
Tear
