People who think My depression isn’t valid bc I don’t have bad parents…wow. I have been hated for just existing in a room. A kid in second grade (yes a long time ago but still affects me) said I am nothing. My parents yell at me constantly. I am some how always in the wrong. I hate everything. I hate myself. May my scars show bc I am tired.
I am tired…so…so…tired. May my scars explain what kids have done to my mental health. Stare at them. STARE. They made me do them. They are horrible, so am I. May I rot like fruit left out for days. May I disappear like a cloud of ash. May I burn like a log of wood in a fire. May I fall like a wingless butterfly. The more names said to me the more I fade. I have already faded far too much. Why? Why did you say that. .. / .- — / … —- .-. .-. -.—/ !
