I wish someone in my life looked at me. I hate going day through wretched day being looked through as what I look like rather than what I am. It can't tell how many days I have been ignored or gossiped about by the people who don't understand. It's hard to show change when no one will take the time of day to see me for who I am. I want to yell, "Please look at me!," I don't want to go any more years sitting in silence hoping someone will understand. As I try and try again I am set farther away by those who are deemed 'normal'.
I believe I have been depressed my whole life, never making any real friends despite trying again and again. Not living every day just passing through them. Trying to make friends or to start a conversation is the distance of the Earth and the Sun. How can I change if I'm not given the chance to try? I having to cry every night trying not to scream and lying saying, "Everything is all right." If life was a flower and living person represented a petal, mine would we barely alive. Is it someone considered alive if they don't make a sound and isn't seen by those around.
Even if I tell every soul they wouldn't seek help, for they can only see the outside shell. Not the living hell I call a good day. In the end nothing matters, life well not dwell on a depressed soul, it will simply go on.