The blonde-haired girl stared violently at her reflection as it just stood there. Stood there, motionless, that reflecting, yet empty expression planted on her pale white face, the shame and sadness stormed straight through her, from the might she’d surely have baring through those baby blues… Although this day, that night, was different. That night, she hurt herself.

Her words.

She hurt herself with her own negative, knife shattering words. And although the hurt only lasted for a few seconds, she kept going. Try as she might to not seem so numb, cold, and alone, although none of which were helping her bare anything. She’d become so numb to pain, not even the sight of her own cold, wet tears altered her anymore. Not even the slight knock of someone at her door. She didn’t even care enough to clean herself from the tears sliding down her cheeks. She is broken, and she knows it. How she wishes she could be better, but being better doesn’t always mean you're truly okay. You could just be hiding it again, and no one would notice, cause your acting is so good.

Feeling sad and crying is the one emotion you know is real when you're battling depression, for it is the second emotion you aren’t hiding or faking with a smile. That and anger. The anger comes from someone tired of hiding their true, shining, smile.