Depression, when you're finally alone in your room. You calmly shut your door and just break down. The real you comes out after having a smile on your face and laughing with your friends all day. After blocking out all the horrible thoughts that run through your mind all day, you're finally able to just let it all out. You run over to your bed and just go under your blankets and lay there alone in the dark trying to balance your breathing and keep quiet so that nobody suspects anything. You try and block out the thoughts with some music, nope. Tears are rolling down your face and you just need to scream. You try to fight the urge to get the blade and slice it through your skin but you just can't. You're strong but not that strong. Every little thing you've ever done wrong , everything that has ever hurt you flashes through your head. You're hypnotized. You take your blade out of its special hiding spot in your bedroom. You slide it through without thinking over and over and over again in a quick motion. It stings but you feel like finally you've released. You bleed. You just stare at what you've done to yourself in disbelief. Memories of your childhood race through your head, pictures of yourself as a little girl. The little girl that you just cut with a blade. You cover your scars and the fresh burning cuts and put your blade away and walk out of that room with a smile on your face from ear to ear.
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