I make my depression so obvious sometimes. Every once in a while I even cut my self, just to see how long it will take them to realize I'm not as fucking perfect as they think.
I leave so many fucking clues for my parents trying to tell them I need help in any way possible, but they don't pay attention to me.
But when my stupid sister writes a sad poem about losing a friend, she gets put in fucking therapy.
I've showed them about 10 poems, all about commiting suicide. -.-