I'm sorry I dont cut myself.
Sorry that i dont brag about having depression.
Sorry that my panic attacks aren't as dramatic. Sucks that only you apparently witnessed it.
Sorry that my tears are too dry to pour anything out.
Sorry my pain isnt the ripping of my flesh. the dark circles under my eyes. The constant joke that my life sucks and that I want my life to end.
I dont talk about my problems. You see that the smile I put is fake. After 3 deaths and 4 losses and no tears for any of them I dont even know if I'm human. You say that I'm a monster, heartless and emotionless.... what's the point of caring. People come and go. I might be one of those people.