I say "I don't need help" but that's the thing I need the most, more than anything. I say "I'm fine" but the truth is, I want you to pull me into a hug and whisper in my ear that you know I'm not. I say "those scars? They're from my cat, my razor" but actually I made them last night with my blade when the door to my room was locked and music was blasting loudly from my speakers throughout my whole room so no one could hear me cry and yelp in pain. Read between the lines. I'm beggining you. It's too hard to say it straightforward.
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It's Not Me, It's Depression
RandomJust a bunch of things to help people who go through depression explain how they feel to others, and help people who try to understand that feeling know how it feels. Trigger Warning *Not a story*
