My Depression

I remember as a little girl finding out about depression and suicide. I couldn't wrap my mind around why would anyone hurt themselves. My mom warned me about a group tricking people into suicide, but little did she know that she alone provoked my depression. I haven't told her. You ask, why? Because I don't want to face her being mad again. I am way better alone. I thought I had friends, but when I mentioned my illness they told me I was overreacting. Now I am the girl sitting with scars on her arms and legs and I still don't understand why I do this. All I know that it's an escape. But why should you care?