Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow

I wish my mom would get me the help I need. She thinks me being depressed is a phase and if she ignores it, it isn't there. She thinks because she is doesn't see it, it isn't there. What am I suppose to do tell her to come over everytime I decide to bawl my eyes out over some song or how lonely I feel? Today is one of those days. I decided if if I'm writing I won't be crying. I hate that I am a bad person. I hate that I don't have any real friends. Or that no one cares enough to want to help. Its getting so hard just to live.