This storyline is purely fictional. None of the acts by the speaker encourage or support it. It is for only entertainment purpose and experiencing what anxiety can do to a person.Believe in yourself and be who you are.
There are some incidences that make you weak enough to break but holding yourself at that point of time is called a survivors story.

"Go away
Leave my soul
I don't wanna disclose my secrets
Mommy you did your biggest mistake, ie me
And you don't leave any chance to prove this.
I am disgrace to you in this society."
No this isn't possible.
Hi friends this is SMKJ with you all to share a story never mentioned before.

JOURNEY THROUGH HELL
I passed with flying colours
‎But my parents were still comparing me.
My conscience revolted against their opinions
As ‎my hard work knew how I paid it.
Like every middle class parents a hope was ignited much more than their children's dreams.
‎Dreams come into reality when you shape them
‎was the thing I heard growing up.
Decisions are made by experience degree holders
As they quote" We are doing it for your future."
I was completely in agreement with them.
Summer is a fun for the first time freshers
Which is too shattered by expectations of others.
Experimental procedures are done on us
Telling my sunshine is never gonna rise.
Marks reflected my burden of shadows of others.
But my parents always thought I am not doing enough.
Enough is enough only when I knew it was not worth my capacity.
Age was a misleading underlying statement which they failed to understand.
Soon my phone was a discovery channel which was run by me.
Giving up wasn't a choice I decided when I was preparing.
Torture was a slow poison that went unnoticed by myself.
And it was too late to know that I was in depression.
A chubby happy juvenile was soon ready to be hanged.
Anger consumed my innocence that back Smkj knew.
How to kill your self was not too late to be seen, on my browsing history.
I screamed till my voice cracked,
Cried till my eyes were swollen
Lost weight like a swing
I guess I'm in depression.
Realisation strucks my parents as they now understood that they lost their child.
Sleepless nights, locked doors, silence soon were my buddies.
Pain was unbearable so I used to hit myself
Slapping till my cheeks are red
I soon became a patient with depression to treat.
I swear to you all, I was my endurance, power, motivation and a confidence booster till now.
I blame my parents till date as the date of 18 July still haunts me.