Ashamed.

Dear You,
        Nobody knows that I am ashamed of who I am. People walk around and talk about me coming up with all these theories of why I am the way I am. They post it on my Facebook, they text it to me, they leave me. But what they don't know is, I am ashamed of it all. I'm ashamed that I am not who I want to be and that I am not who they thought I was before. I am ashamed that I changed, that I became depressed. I am ashamed that every damn day is an even harder struggle for me. They don't know that it is hard for me to even get out of bed in the morning. They don't know that I lay awake all night long thinking about it. They don't know how much I regret my mistakes.  I am ashamed that I have lost so many important people. I am ashamed that I have lost myself. I am ashamed of who I am.