Arguing with my brothers friend who says she's going to kill herself.
"I'll do it."
"No you wont" I say
"How do you know?"
"Because it's the quiet ones you have to look out for, because most people who say they're going to kill themselves actually don't"
"You're heartless, you don't know what it's like to have depression"
No I'm not heartless. You wanna know what I don't know? To wake up in the morning and not feel like a waste of space, to look in the mirror and not feel like I'm overweight, what it's like to feel beautiful, what it's like not be in everyone's way. I don't know what it feels like to not feel empty inside.
