i feel so alone in the world, almost as if no one understands me. no one knows who i really am, my parents see me but they only see my outter appearance, they don't see what i go through. they dont see that i want to die, no one knows me. i feel trapped in my mind and trapped in this world, no more time for fancy writing or fancy poems- this is the raw truth. maybe one day people will understand but maybe when they finally do it will be too late. this house is not my home, my mother is. but i cant be with her, so im here. im suffering and no one knows. this pain is too much for one person to handle, and the worst part is that no one cares enough to ask what's really wrong, people just assume that you're tired or that you're lazy, but no thats not it. the truth is i'm depressed and it's too much for me to handle, especially when im alone.