Her own thoughts would cut her worse than any blade ever would
She could not see how much she meant to everyone else
She walked to school by herself, staring at the ground
She thought that no one cared
That no one noticed the scars
That no one saw the tear stains every morning
Her thoughts were her own worse enemy
When she didn't show up to school
No one cared
We went on like normal
We laughed, we smiled, we pretended to be happy
We pretended that we didn't know her
That she wasn't constantly in our thoughts
That we didn't regret our actions
We pretended we didn't regret not saying hey
Or asking if she was ok
We were just as guilty as her thoughts, as the blade and as depression
But we will never admit it
We will smile and laugh and say we didn't know her
Because it's easier to pretend that it wasn't you
Than it is to regret your actions
-Connor
