Every day I have to look happy, cheerful, and smile
Maybe at daytime I never felt lonely
But at home
Or I should call it hell
It's like not fun at all being home
Because I can't smile
I'm to depressed
Every night I always cry
Trying to find some things
About suicide
YOU ARE READING
THE STORY OF MY DEPRESSION
Short StoryMaybe the person beside you is not cheerful at all And this is the story about my depression
