"What's it like?" His words rang in my head. I wanted to say "it's like drowning, but you can see everyone around you breathing." I couldn't say it. He doesn't know, but I love him. I'd do anything to make him happy. He loves someone else. He knows I cut, he told me to stop. He doesn't know it's not easy. I just wanna cut so bad, but I don't want to hurt anyone. I am depressed, I've cut , I need help but I don't want it. I tell everyone I'm happy , but my legs and my arms prove me wrong. I was born April 4th and being me is not easy, but it made me , me.
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"What's depression like?" They asked.
RandomThis is a story of how I feel , many know how this feels , many don't . If you don't know , I'm here to tell you , the things I'm scared to say out loud ...
