Silent scream

Intro

They say that time heals everything.

They say you can recover from a broken heart.

But what they don't say is, your always going to have those memories in you.

They will be haunting your sleep.

Hurting you.

Making you crazy.

When your life's like this you just what to curl up in a ball while crying in a dark obis.

When you open magazines and see gorgeous, thin women with no flaws...

Smiling.

You just what to be them. You want to live there life and be attractive, with a bright smile always on your face.

But when you look in the mirror, you see a hideous girl.

You point out your flaws.

You make your point of view on yourself worse.

The thoughts going threw your head.

Making you cry and harm.

'I need to stop eating, maybe I'll get skinny.'

'I don't deserve to live.'

'The world would have been better off without a fat, ugly person like me.'

'The people at school are right, I'm hideous.'

Your mostly locked in your room.

But not because your on any social media.

Not because you have a boy to sneak in your room.

But because your silently crying, in the corner of your room.

Blade in hand.

The smell of metallic blood filling your nostrils.

The thick, crimson substance trickles from your wrists and on the carpet, creating a large stain of crimson red.

As you replay all the hurtful words people have told you.

'Go die.'

'Look how fat you are.'

'My eyes are cursed.'

'Over dose and die.'

'Freak.'

All you want is to be loved by someone.

But every day you lose hope.

Lose hope for love.

And lose hope to love.

But people that bully you all think this is a game.

Think it has no affect on your life.

Think it's a joke.

But it's not.

There's more to the joke than they think.

They don't know that you never had depression before you came to school.

You were a bubbly child out of a million.

But now you want to die.

Your depressed.

They didn't know that there's things happening at home.

And they never will.

They don't know that all the death and hate letters they send you are hanging up on your wall...

As a reminder of what people think of you...

And what you think of yourself.

They don't know that every night you cry yourself to sleep.

They don't know, and they never will.

Because this is a game to them.

They don't see the wrong in it.

They see that your hurt and laugh.

But they don't mean it.

They say they do...

but they don't.

They convince them selfs that they do mean it.

But they don't.

They continue to make your life hell without a care in the world.

But it's a different story when the person they make fun of...

...just committed suicide.

They feel guilt.

They feel scared.

They feel lost.

But in the end it's never really over.

It doesn't matter if they just committed suicide.

Because somewhere there are other people doing the exact same thing.

Making a person sad.

Making a person hate them selfs.

Making a person commit suicide.

It's a never ending process.

Depression will never end.