Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

I keep everything to myself, and people call me an attention seeker for “acting sad”, but when I open up, they call me “sick”, pity me, or try to place me in a “mental hospital”. I’m sick of people and myself. I thought maybe if I did this right or didn’t do that then my life could be better. BUT ITS NOT MY FAULT HE DID IT, ITS NOT MY FAULT MY MOTHER LEFT OR I’M NOT PERFECT, I’M TRYING AND TRYING BUT ITS GETTING ANNOYING AND I’M GETTING TIRED.
I wish I spoke up that day, asked for help, or called someone, but no I had to be a coward.