Depression isn’t always obvious, but suicide is…
Well depression is, just no one bothers to notice.
I blatantly cut myself and no one even asks…
Or if they do notice, no one tells…
No one takes it seriously, I guess they don’t know me.
The blade itches to get into my hand and I start to feel my release.
The blood doesn’t show…
I cut deeper, and press down more firmly.
Now I see crimson.
The pain isn’t even there, or I just don’t notice it because I feel
freedom.
I wash off the blade and put it away until the next time that I need to
feel.
Some of my friends are as hopeless as me.
I guess I don’t feel alone anymore.
Maybe I can hold on…
I realize that I pretend more and more that I’m happy but my real friends
know different.
They see it in my face and in my eyes, the empty expression I wear when I
don’t talk.
The only thing preventing the inevitable is that I don’t want to cause any
pain to anyone.
Depression isn’t always obvious, but suicide is…

 
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