oODepressedOo

Are you still continuing your depression rants? If so, can you add this
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          I'm a teen who has social anxiety. It makes it really hard for me to have social interactions with people. In 6th grade, I was extremely bullied, triggering me to stay quiet. It traumatized me so much. In summer, I lost 30lb and I was basically starving myself. I still get bullied for it and would have breakdowns at school. I'm scared to tell my mom about my depressive state because I don't want to be judged...

I’m slowly drowning in my mind. 
          The only reminder of my humanity is the trail of blood running down my hand.
          One more slice turns to two, then three.
          The crimson trail mixing itself in the puddle of my tears is beautiful in a cruel way.
          If I cut too deep would anyone really care?
          
          People argue what the most painful death would be.
          Little do they know the most painful way to die is to die knowing no one gives a damn you’re gone. 
          I mean why anyone want me , if I look and the mirror only to be disgusted by what I see. 
          If I can’t bear myself how can I expect others to?

heres something for your book
          
          -Once a cut is made there is no going back because its only going to get deeper
          
          -After crying you feel like you've gone dry but next thing you know that dam bursts and everything flows out faster and faster until your drowning in your own tears

Hey, can you post me on your book? I would like to stay anonymous.
          Every one has a fire, the representation of the will to live.  My friends and I have a link in the chain of the will to live, but all of our fires are different. One of my friends has the strongest will in a person you will ever meet because she has a dream. One of my other friends is abused by her mom, but is finding better friends than us to help her recover. My other friend is completely ignored, but she wants to be an architect. Me on the other hand, I give them my wood for their fire so mine is burning out. Another way to describe the way I feel is chains. I have chains around my ankles and wrists for anxiety, dislexia, depression, and Ocd. My worst chain is social anxiety. That one is around my neck restricting me from getting help. All of these chains are trying to pull me into the depths of hell, by trying to get me to commit suicide. But my friends help me even though I am about to give up. 
          Thank you for listening to my story and I hope that I will get better. Good luck!

Hey, I just want to say, I've been reading the depressed rants story and... well... you're not alone in this battle, and it's actually helped a little to see that.. there are people who understand the feeling of being alone even in a crowded room, the fear of being forgotten or left behind. That was actually a little bit of the rant I just realized lol Is it alright if I submit something?

Are you still continuing Depression Rants? I like reading about other people who are also dealing with this kind of stuff