I feel depressed. I'm insecure of my body. I'm sad. It hurts. I always put on a masks so that no one can see me breaking down. I always thought I'm happy. If I will vanished no one will notice, no one will cry, no one will remember me. I'm scared. I want to live but I want to die. I'm tired. I feel numb. I can't move. I can't climb. I can't reach. I cannot be saved.