HELP she cried

This story is dedicated to someone very special to me. Most of the things in this story have happened. The ages and last names are changed. Sorry it's such a short prologue or whatever (:. Look forward to. 1-2 chapters a week. Read on please.(: * * * I've been diagnosed with depression. It's no surprise. Everything's gotten worse. The cuts have gotten deeper. The scars have increased numerously. All I do is sit in bed. I can't get back on my feet. It been like this for 4 years. Could you imagine living in a dark world? Alone. Nobody, to help you fight your battles. Nobody's shoulder to cry on.We all live in this cruel world. But the world I live in is different. It's dark, lonely. Nobody's there. It feel empty. I am empty, I don't think I even have a heartbeat. I've tried for death at least 5 times. I wake up every time. I despise it. I'd rather be put 10 feet under the ground. A grave stone and flowers sitting 10 feet over my lifeless, cold, rotting body. I prefer it that way. I use to think to myself one day. Someone. Will come along. And change my perspective on the world. The way i see things. Give me that spark of life. I craved it. More than anything. That feeling of life, feeling of happiness. A real smile. But I gave up. Being alone, it's ok. I'll be alright... for now.