I feel worthless, useless, nothing less. Not one drop of help. But I can't have people knowing. Knowing things. I can't let them in. I really want to let them in, to see that I have no hope. But then thwh think I need to be rebuilt from the bottom up. When other people find out one of there relatives or friends have severe depression, they automatically think everything is ruined and that they need to change completely. Nothing can remain the same. But the thing is we are broken, and need to be repaired. We are not destroyed into dust, and do not need to be rebuilt. We need help to be fixed not rebuilt.
