Chapter 1- The silence

I've perfected the art of fake smiles, So no one will know when I bleed to death on the bathroom tiles (f.f) Eyes dead, yet she's drowning in sorrow Taking up a blade, there will be no tomorrow (f.f) I'm just a suicidal girl telling others that it isn't the answer. I would say my name is irrelevant, just like my entire existence, but it may appear in the story so; my name is Freya and this is my non fictional story of my ongoing battles with depression, anxiety, paranoia, anorexia, self harm, bullying, suicidal thoughts and insomnia. It is most likely innevitable that my pitiful existence will be ended soon, but I want to know that I have atleast tried to assist others because nothing is more upsetting than seeing beautiful young adults wanting to be dead before their life has begun.