People judge me silently. They act like i can't see them. I am like an organism under a microscope, constantly be observed. I am never left alone. People's stares follow me everywhere i go. They act like they know me, but they know nothing about me. They no nothing about my life. If they felt the pain i went through day to day they would beg to die, but i live through it. I survive it. They don't know me. They don't know me at all.
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In My Eyes....
Novela JuvenilDepression is something you can't say you know how they feel until you have seen it through their eyes, and have reached into the thoughts that cause this sometimes fatal illness.......
