This is directed to the people at my school.
Sure, I may have just overcome my depression, but that doesn't mean you didn't put me through it. Have you ever been in so much emotional pain that you grabbed a knife and dragged it down your skin until you left a scab? Have you ever choked yourself to the point of almost passing out, just so you could have a brief taste of death? Have you ever, even though you knew people would mourn your death, wanted to die so badly, because you knew it would make so many people happy if you just died? If the answer to these is no, then shut the hell up, because you don't have a damn idea of the kind of pain I went through. Yet despite this, to this day I am singing, singing my victory over the fighting grip of death, and you are telling me to shut up? To be quiet because no one wants to hear that? That it is worthless and I shouldn't make others hear it because it is "distracting"? You are killers! You almost murdered me, not physically but with your words and actions! You CANNOT simply tell ME to be quiet because I LIVED through it!