I'm fine

Don't do it. Don't do it. You say to your self over and over. But those are just words. Sooner or later, you have the razor in your hand and you can see the blood dripping. It's going to be okay they say, stay strong they say. News flash. It's not. Who the hell do they think they are? It won't help. But thanks you say. Your friends try and try to make you happy but nothing works. Sad thing is you know they care but you just still don't believe it. Depression takes over you and it won't leave. Never. Never left me. Why won't it leave me? Why can't I be happy? Why did I hate myself? Why do I do this. Guess what. Don't tell people it's going to be okay when it isn't and you know it will never be. Ever. That's what they all say. It's is going to be okay. It will never be okay because I still cry every night. I still don't see my beauty. I still don't get better grades. "Oh Emma don't be sad" don't be sad? What even is happy? They say are you okay? But of course I always say: I'm fine.