The fact that everyone around me is accustomed to my ever smiling face, my happy, strong and jovial nature has made it tougher for me to talk to anyone about it. No one believes I could have a problem or need that's weighing me down.
I'm being seen as the most complete individual, epitome of happiness with nothing to worry about but yet I'm dying silently on the inside. I'm sinking away gradually, right under the noses of everyone and yet no one seems to notice.
My prayer daily tho is that someone would see through my fake smiles, seemingly positive words and pushy actions while locating the deep hole in my soul and realizing how much I need help urgently before I would cross the line of no repair.
YOU ARE READING
Tales Of A Depressed Teen
RandomShort Stories. In between are poems. Random thoughts about the misconceived ideas people have towards me. I'm not happy, I'm just smiling. Plastic smiles always worn outside. Behind doors, it's me, myself and I battling with depression.
