I have a friend. She's been through depression. But she barely made it through.
At least that's what they knew, they thought she stopped.
She promised that she's okay. She promised that she can protect herself.
But she's not, she can't.
Each night, there would be new cuts. New ideas to kill herself.
She has friends that she can turn to, but chooses not to.
She keeps to herself, and acts like a room with no exits
What she got herself into, she can't escape it.
Everyone notices, they care. But she chooses not to believe that.
There is way out, but she ignores it.
She has a path being built for her, but she destroys it.
