I reached out for help. Dad took me to ER. Twice. Got evaluated for depression. Twice. The psychiatrists told me I had bad depression and told me I should go to a psychiatric facility. I was going to, then realized that I was not ready to give up all hope. It scared me.

Came home, feel no better. No energy. No motivation. No soul. Where have I gone? I am hopeless and helpless. At least until Monday when I visit my pediatrician. Maybe prescription will help.

I feel trapped in a box. Getting smaller, I can’t get out. I desperately look for a way out, but can not move. I’m trapped in this body

I feel everything, but nothing at the same time.
I can’t even see myself making it to 17. I just want it to end.