Depression.

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When I'm asked,
"you look torn" all I can say is "I'm tired. That's all".
In a way, I guess it's true
and in another way, it is a blatant lie.

Tonight, you ask me what depression feels like
because the teenage girl next door committed suicide.
I think and decided to tell you because this is a chance
to tell you my part of depression.

Then, I tell you,
It's like climbing a jagged hill with no safety gear,
you are clueless on how to go about it.
You don't know what steps will make you go
tumbling down into the deep hole beneath.

You seem confused
but you don't care to ask what I meant.
Soon, you are back to the story of the suicide girl
who always looked happy.
You ask yourself, "Where did it start to go wrong?"
and in my mind, I answer for you "From situations like this, when you fail to listen".

It pierces through me when people call me heartless
I guess they don't know how difficult it's to
function when you don't know which character
is the real you because you have created so many
for different purposes.

And here I am, avoiding your polite gaze
and forceful concerned gaze
as you ask me again, "What's wrong?"
and I bring my usual reply "I'm tired. That's all" I say
because I have realized that it's useless to tell the story when you won't listen.

Most people are going through a lot and we need to lend our ears to them. It is never written on the forehead what most people are going through. Depression is real and if you can save someone from the grasp of it, you are saving a whole generation. You can be seated next to a broken person and not know it. Be of help to people. Be observant. Be sensitive. Get people to trust you so they can open up even more. Be trusted too.

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Thank you for your time.

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My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.