when I was in 6th grade I was depressed cut myself and tried to end my life but my friends slowly helped me be happy and get out of that dark place and they didn’t even know it and I fought really hard I was fine for a few years and then the summer of 8th grade my mother died I fell back in I was depressed cut myself but this time it was different my friends are still here but they aren’t helping me and its my fault I’m not trying I hid my emotions and be a happy person but I’m not I really just want to cry in my mothers arms or tell my friends I have over 100 cuts on my body and it is still going on this dark feeling in me I’m scared of it because I put on the happy funny really nice girl act when really the bottle of emotions I hold inside is me depressed angry weak I just wish I was as strong as the act I put on
