Its hard for onlookers to know the sheer amount of emotional pain depression brings. The kind of pain that drives a girl to drink bleach, and others like me to cut themselves. It hurts, its scaring, it leaves wounds that can be reopened even years later. It can paralyze you, i spent more then one night on tear filled ball on the floor. We are victims to our emotions.

A suicide in the newspaper can still bring me to tears, i still find myself visiting the spot where others have jumped in front of a train. Perhaps am just empathetic in that way, but i find it hard to stop thinking about how much pain they where in. I felt that pain before, i remember it well. I don’t want others to feel that pain. I want to live in a world where if someone crys help me in the middle of the night, there will be someone around to hear them.