There's no surgery that could fix the pain inside.

My heart feels like it's about to shatter in a million pieces. But I have no one to pick them up for me.

Black nail polish represent my depression. They warn people beforehand what's wrong with me.

I am not nice.
I am not kind.
Like all other poisons.
I fill your mind.
Who am I?

I am Depression.

Dark takes over light. Bad overpowers good. Cutting substitutes crying. Has there ever been any joy in my life?

One little cut turns to two, then three. Soon you find yourself unable to stop in a desperate attempt to end the pain.

Only true friends can see the pain burning inside you.

People shouldn't be judged by their appearance.

Depression is a disease. There's got to be a cure...right?

What do you do when you can't take it anymore? Fake it.