you're sad. not depressed.
stop. please, stop. you don't know how it feels to want to die every day. you don't know how it feels to completely hate who you are, how it feels to truly believe you were a mistake. you don't know how it feels to want to fall asleep and never wake up again, to feel worthless, to believe every awful thing said to you.
You're not depressed. You're just sad. Stop being dramatic. If you were truly in too deep, you would keep it a secret.