Trista

She was sitting on the bench alone. She felt as if she was the only person on the planet, even though she could hear the children laughing and adults talking. She felt like she was surrounded by darkness, even though it was one in the afternoon. Never had she felt so alone. The voices were telling her things that made her feel crazy.

"You'll never amount to anything."

"No one will ever love you."

"You are alone, no one cares for you."

"End it."

"End it now."

(Don't read if you have a past with depression, this will trigger what you have been so strong to over come.)