Sometimes in a public place, you can't help but notice things. The way some girls wear long sleeves, even though it's hot enough to cause a heatstroke. The way some guys flinch when you touch their covered arms. There are rare times when the bracelets slip down, and you see a beautiful person with wretched scars on creamy skin.
Personally, I reflect that. I had countless bracelets to cover my collateral scars, long sleeved shirts that breathe the familiarity of cloaking the evidence of my sadness, and plenty of long pants to ensure my cuts, scars, bruises, and burns were covered. It's a shame, I feel the need to hide my sadness because the second I attempt to talk about this emptiness, I'm shut down with disapproving looks or huffed sighs. I'm a burden.
Even in the hospital, I still feel this way. I mean, the nurses here are stone-cold creatures with no interest in anyone's sob story. They just want pay-day to come so they can go back to their countless kids, and provide them with enough to diminish any chances of their own angels becoming the sad monsters they come to know at work.
But, there are a few of the nurses that can cause the depression to be held at bay, even for the smallest of minutes.
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