I hate my job. Every day i feel like a part of me dies.

I hate my family, mainly because of my sister. No one wants to call her out.

My parents barely have time to care about keeping the family tied up.

My class mates all surpassed me &amp; having the best time of their life.

I just wake up in the middle of the night, tie my bed sheets to the ceiling fan but get cold feet at the last moment &amp; tidy it all up before anyone else finds out.

I tried cutting myself just above the knee so no one will see.

I can’t afford medication because of the country &amp; my family situation.

I have to smile &amp; pretend everything is okay since being depressed is being looked down upon.

I wanna cry but I can’t because i have people in front of me.

I feel lost, frustrated &amp; i can feel that i might just jump in front of a train.