Prepare for some depressing/relatable pics I found while scrolling through my camera roll.

I've been told so often that nobody needs me. Most days I believe them. And that's why I am the shell of the person I am today...

They see me as the depressed girl who has no friends and just reads all day. But they don't know why I am the way I am.

I try to show them a smile, a laugh, a kind, happy person. But that's my fake self, my makeup. Underneath all that, is me. My depressed, suicidal, anxious, clingy self...

She never saw me for me. I thought that we would be forever. But she left. She only lost someone who loved them. That's all that matters, right...?

I've closed my eyes to stop watching something that scares  me. But you can't close your heart to something that hurts you... it always stays open...

I've kinda stopped feeling emotions. The only one I feel now is sadness. So they can break my heart, I won't feel it. It was broken already.

Nobody knows my true self. Sure, I've told my friends about some things, but what I told them is much less complicated that what I really am.

I smile so they think I'm 'Normal me' But look into my eyes, and you will see the sadness, the pain, the hurt, concealed there.

I can say I'm used to being hurt. Sad? Yes. And it has destroyed me. I used to be so happy all the time. But now... now I don't know what I am.

New year, new start, right? Hell no. They keep bullying me, teasing me, torturing me. They don't know how close I've been to killing myself. And if I told them, I don't even think they'd care...

I lay awake at night just thinking. Thinking about what I lost, thinking about everything. And I can't stop.

Sometimes I think being alone all the time is better. That way, you can't get hurt.

Sure, they know my name. But my story? That is saved for people I trust...

Even someone laughing at me when I make a small mistake can ruin my day. I told myself I was strong, yet how can I be when things like that are enough to make me break down?

Why would they care? I'm just another broken girl in a fucked up world.

I put on this brave face like nothing wrong, I fake my laugh, I fake my smile. It's me being strong.

It bring me comfort when it rains. Then I know I'm not crying alone anymore.

I'll be crying in a corner, I'll have visible cuts everywhere, I'll just be sitting and staring blankly at my desk. But when I make one small mistake, suddenly everyone knows I exist.

I always try to keep people from breaking apart and hurting. But really, who's the one who needs it the most...?

Sure I smile and laugh, but is it real? It's just another illusion...