Your Depression is Showing

Slowly Told.

A boy in the distance. He seems to be ordinary. He goes through his day, and he acts like everything is okay. His friends think he is funny, his parents know he excels at school, and overall he's a nice kid who will support you through everything. Except deep inside, his heart is dark. A depressed face when he's all alone, and some teary waterfalls tend to drip. He closes his eyes and whispers, "It'll be better." But will it be? He doesn't know the answers, hell, he's never even sure. He wonders day and night if it'll be bright, but he never finds some shining knight. Princesses, princes, they slowly told him. You can save them all, we swear you're strong and brave. This journey, this path, to save the royal- could you complete it and save the day? He tried to make everyone feel alright, but he always felt as if he had failed in the end. Everyone thanked him, were they sincere? The tears were his almighty fear, and he wasn't comfortable enough to stop them. Alone, he screamed, he didn't deserve this striking pain. The yells in the distance got louder and louder. I saw him shiver in fear, a one place distance. Close but so far, I could never help him. I was sincerely broken, and I couldn't do anything to help.

"I'm sorry.."

I know he couldn't hear me, the screams were louder. Through the window I watched, and his wrists were bloody. The amounts of cuts felt numbing. I kept whispering apologies, my anxiety was getting to me. I picked up the phone, hid under the bed. An answer, I saw, and his warming voice appeared.

"Yes?" He asked.

"I love you, please stop," I said. I looked through the window again and what he saw could change. I had seen everything, every dark spot and fear.

"I'm sorry you've seen this side of me," he began to sob.

"I love you," I repeated slowly, a small smile appeared. I was the girl from next door who never talked, barely ever walked outside. He didn't know me too well, but I knew almost everything. We had only talked once before, and his number I took. I knew this day would approach eventually, and I had to do something. I gulped, but kept smiling- I knew it was needed.

"T-Thank you.." he hiccuped. His eyes kept pouring. I walked out, knocked on the door. A hug happened, and talking, my mouth was flapping. A love I would start. A relationship to stay far. I..love you even more than I did all these months. You really aren't just happy, and I'l try to help. Don't stray far because I need you close. To care for you, my one and only. I'll slowly tell you everything, and one day you'll see- we're all a bit broken and we can proceed. I'll carry you, don't worry.