Screaming help

Most of us walk around depressed.
But we walk around with our cheap smiles.
It seems like nothing that we do makes us smile.
We can't even say the last time we laughed.
People ask whats wrong with me but I can't answer that myself.
It's hard to smile when you have people stabbing you in the back.
I push through the crowd.
But of course no one sees me.
People say that your their friend but they are the first people that can't accept your deprssion.
I can't even handle the idea myself.
So i'm screaming help but no one wants to hear me. I'm hurt with pain and bruised with scars but no one can heal me.
So are you screaming for help.