I feel like I'm drowning in the pool under the watch of my friends. Everyone watches, believing I'm fine; I scream out for help, they feel it's probably a prank and I'm having fun so they go about their business. So I'm left to most likely do it myself but no matter how hard I try, the waves keep pushing me down again until slowly but surely I eventually go silent and they begin to wish they had helped earlier.
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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.
