They tell me what were you thinking.  You seemed so happy. But they never knew how i felt inside, the sadness and loneliness I felt and never let arise. Depression, yes thats what i feel it lures in the shadows never letting go of my mind and dying soul. I want to be the girl you see smiling and laughing and not caring what other people think. But I am not that girl you see, I'm the dying girl which depression feeds. I do care what you think I know the ways you talk about me it hurts inside it cuts my soul and leaves it with scars that feel oh so real. The pills were supposed to send me somewhere better, but all it did was bind me in a cold sweater. One day I will be happy. I will live the life I want and no more will depression and suicidal thought rule over me.-Aleyah Bradden