its all soo upside down now.

I remember being afraid just to tell people that I got sad at times. They don’t care. They don’t want to be bothered with any of that.
Then it became depression, suicidal thoughts. I didn’t tell a soul. I bit my tongue. I held it in.
It got worse. I Couldent even function.
I asked for help when all they wanted to hear was that I did all of this for attention.
That I cut and made sure to never let the skin be visible.
That I lost the will to live, all for attention.
Therapy. Meds. They give you meds that make you want to rip your own head off.
I couldent carry the weight. I fell.
A mental hospital.. why was I in here..?
“You made a mistake” they all said
The only mistake I could remember was telling them the truth.
I couldent stand any longer. They don’t care. Its not normal.
People often joke that I’m mute. What’s the use of screaming? Where did it get me.
Am I meant to walk through life, hating its very existence?
I don’t know what to do..
I would cry if i had the energy.
Talk.
Why?
You don’t hear what I’m saying.