I wish you could see the scars, bruises and cuts that decorate my body, Maybe then you will understand why I flinch every time you try to come close to me, Maybe then you will see the demons through my eyes that have trapped me, Maybe then you will know why I act out on all these insecurities I have within me, Till then, go ahead and misunderstand me. You think I am crazy.
People cannot fathom what depression is ...at least try to sympathize with people. They need you more than ever.