He did. He told you when he started hiding in his room. He told you when he told something always scratches him and it bleeds most of the time. He told you when he said he wasn't hungry and when he started pinning down the clothes you bought for him. He told you when he stopped doing his works, when he never to attend school, he did when he locked himself in his bedroom at night. He told you when you noticed those pills and alcohol missing n he said he wakes up with headaches. He told you when he said he couldn't sleep at all n all those pills are his remedy. He told when aftr spending an hour in shower, he comes out with swollen eyes.
He told you. The thing about depression is that its quite. It isn't loud and the reason you didnt hear it is because you weren't really listening.
Some kids don't make it. Some die searching for a hand to hold.
Days are passing by, with that this depression is taking over me. Slowly things that seemed merrier are fading away. How do u say that u dont want to live anymore. Two faces of people scares u more. How do u say that being with people doesn't excite me anymore. How do u say that you cry whole night thinking tommrow will be bright, yet its the same. How do you say when people ask how you are. How do u tell that you are already lost. How do u say that those pills you take at 4 am are the only thing that makes u sleep. How do you tell that the cuts on the wrists are nothing compared to the pain. How do u tell them that existence feels pain.
Son:Hello, Mom(while scribbling on a sheet). Mom: Yes, Son(a tiresome voice answers) Son: Are you not well? Mom: Just a bit tired of work. Son: Then I'll catch you, later. Hope you recover soon. Mom:Ok.. The conversation ends as well as the suicide note...
It's a man , who just got fried It's a guy, who is always tired It's a girl, who is way too emotional It's a child, who is always silent (Said her suicide note)