the thing about being depressed is that you push people away and then wounder why nobody seems to care. its a never ending cycle. because even with the pills, the therapy, the self harm, you are still depressed. the things in life tern to a dark gray and the crimson blood dripping down you wrists ether make you cry out loud or make you numb. tears are constantly threatening to roll down your soft cheeks but you have to hold them back and fake a smile to get threw the day with out worrying the people around you. you sleep ether to much to escape reality or sleep to little from the never ending nightmares hunting you. waking up crying every other night and starting the day out bad makes it ten times worse to face reality. But you are losing control of what reality is and whats all in side your head. the monsters never sleeping to give you a break.