You looked fine on the outside.
You were smiling, laughing-
Doing all the things a healthy human being would be doing.
I didn't know who you were on a personal level,
But you seemed great.
People admired you,
You worked hard, were kind and loving.
But yet, here you are with blood around your wrists
Dead looking eyes and pale skin.
"I'm sorry"
Is what I would've said, if I knew.
