Don’t tell me it will be okay when your definition of DEPREESION is forgetting your phone at home.
Don’t tell me time heals when you’ve never felt PAIN so intense that your heart fights to break out of your chest.
Don’t tell me you know how I feel when I tell you I want to kill myself, and you’ve never had to FORCE yourself just to breathe.
Don’t tell me I’m being ANTISOCIAL when you don’t know how it feels to have to hide from people just to escape breaking down or going insane.
Don’t tell me I’m being dramatic when you don’t know what HELL feels like.
 
Because you don’t understand how it feels to have people stare at your scars and ask questions, only to BACK AWAY in disbelief and disgust.
Because you don’t understand how it feels to have to FORCE people to stay away just to keep yourself from hurting them with your own pain.
Because you don’t understand how it feels to stay awake for days because the DEMONS inside refuse to rest.
Because you don’t understand how it feels to maintain a SMILE and ‘normal’ appearance in order to make it through every day.
 
Don’t tell me one day it will all be worth it, because you don’t understand that ‘one day’ was supposed to happen ten years ago.