||Depression was never something I thought I would have|| but that thought was a lie when I became 16 (last week) school became hard and simce I was the one wanting to study people stopped liking me I grew up into a tired body that wouldn't step foot outside and when parents left I was alone the first time I was thinking of ||jumping out a window|| something my cousin did when they were depressed but it was too easy instead I got a blade started ||cutting my wrists|| not a tear had dropped down my face still in bed untouched a ||pill bottle|| still sealed was on my bedside table because I was matured I didn't but something inside me was telling me to I opened the bottle and I took one just one before going back to my bed with drowsy eyes I just slept my parents came back in time for me to wakeup realising I hadn't warmed the food they had left asking me if I was alright from the kitchen I quickly hid the pills and blade under my pillow and creamed my face so I wasn't as drowsy
The next day same as usual I realised it was the end I didn't deserve the life I was given instead I left a few notes of people I wanted to say bye to I ||cut my wrists once|| more and then just as I was about to jump out a window to the nearest train it hit me all the people I wanted to say bye to would care because I knew they would I sat back down on my chair waiting for my time to come got the pill and swallowed no tears I had not eaten since the day before yesterday I wasn't hungry I didn't deserve the food it was just my head calling me weak. My parents came back this time I quickly hid the drugs and blade under my pillow and covered my wrists with a hoodie and to make it less suspicious I lied and said my friend ordered me pizza
At school was simple I brought the drugs and the blade and first period went to go ||cut my wrists|| I was found by someone from my old friend group they laughed and called me a attention seeker I didn't react and kept cutting starting to go up my arm
