I've been depressed for over a year. My parents know, but I can't even stand to be in the same room with them. It is an hours walk to the doctors. When I do go I don't know what to say. When I get a prescription from them I have to wait half an hour at the pharmacy to pick it up. Once I have it I forget to take it. When I remember to take them I overdose. I gave up after a couple of months. I saw a counsellor. She helped a little. But not enough. I stopped seeing her. It cost a lot. I have no income. My friends know, but don't know what to do. I don't know either. I think about ending my life every day. I tried to cut my arm but it hurt too much so I was not able to cut deep enough. I am a coward. I am worthless. I hope someone ties me up and tortures me to death. It's what I deserve.