Depression

She sits in the corner, wondering, wondering of all different things that nobody can answer. “Just Believe” they tell her, but she can’t. She feels her own hatred, deep inside of her, crying and aching, and telling her to just give up, she wants to but she just cant do it. She covers her ears, and cries but it isn’t enough. “Your overreacting” “your doing it for attention” “go bleed me a river” “nobody likes emotrash” all these harsh things that they say, but if only they knew. If only they knew what she thought about on a daily basis or the times that she has wanted to take her own life, they don’t know, and they probably never will.