I can see it in his eyes.
I can see his pain and his heartache and suffering.
I can see his loneliness, all in just his eyes.
When he talks its like a mystery being unraveled, like a tale that has never been told before, coming to live. Like a deep secret being exposed.
When he looks away at the ground, after talking, after showing a piece of his world to, its like he's seeing that event and only he can see it.
At such a young age and to have these things happen to you, seems like something that you would hear in a book or newspaper, because it's not something that happens to everyone. Only something you would have nightmares about.
Even in the hottest time of the year, those long sleeves would never be rolled up. That jumper would never come off, unless you already knew that dark secret.
Most people just think he's weird, not important, just another person to silently judge.
He has friends and he smiles, but if you look into his eyes you can see he's broke inside. Dying for someone to save him.
He told me once, "its better to be alone, that way no one can hurt you." But I thought to myself "no one can love you either."
When I look into his eyes, when I hear him speak, I can see him slowly crumbling, screaming out for anyone to ask those three little words, "are you ok?" With a smile on their face saying, its ok if your not.
For little does anyone know, how those few words could save a life. Expect me. Unfortunately I need those words just as much as him. But I haven't heard them yet.
So we both wait silently knowing what we're both going through, but never saying it.
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Depression Quotes/Poems
PuisiA bunch of quotes or poems; some I made up myself, others I found on the internet and music lyrics, that help me with my depression and anxiety. Hope they help and inspire you too. My poems cover the topics of depression, anxiety, self harm, suicid...
