On this night as quiet as a funeral pyre I wish to fade away like ashes in the world so huge and lay unburnt like bones of the dead.

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Why didn't he tell us he was depressed?

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.

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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.

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But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your lonliness.

About how you feel more and more aliented from your friends each passing day amd you're not sure how to fix it.

It seems like everyone is just better at living the way they are.

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To love life, one must be happy,
To be happy, one must be free.
To be free, one must be a writer.
To be a writer, one must be a reader.

Suicidal much?

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have you ever just
cried because
you are

you

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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...

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"What is depression?", they asked.

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)

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Die while fighting with life
instead of dying due to it's scare

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Isn't it strange? Everything seems to be good but you feel like dying out of nowhere.

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