not a poem...


I've been struggling with depression, anxiety, cutting, Blah, blah, blah, all that crap for three years... I just want to say to all the people that ask "what hapened to you?" or tell you that they don't "see any fresh cuts, so that must mean your'e all better", it's not all better. you may think that, but the very next night, morning, noon, dusk, whatever time, that same person would make fresh scars on their body. And it could have been because you couldn't see far enough in their eyes to see that they were silently begging you to help them. and who knows? maybe that person went home and killed themselves because you didn't ask more about how they were feeling, or truly ask if they were okay. Just because we are smiling, it doesn't mean we don't need help, the people who smile the most, are the ones that need the most help.

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