I tried ending it a few days ago because I felt so alone.

People say you should talk about it to clear it up, but with who?

Not my mom, it would break her heart.
Not my dad, he's part of the problem and says depression is nothing but a chemical imbalance.
Not my sisters, they would overreact and tell mom eventually.
Not my good group of friends, the news of this broke their heart so badly they can't even hear my name without overwhelming sadness, and I refuse to upset them anymore.
Not my other group of friends, they would disown me and tell me to finish the job for being a coward.
Not even my counselors, they would lock me up in an asylum.

I thought I was alone before, but this is true solitary.