I am a Victim

I Told You

"Why didn't you tell me you were depressed?"

I did.

I told you when I started hiding in my room.

I told you when I said something always scratches me and it bleeds.

I told you when I said I wasn't hungry and didn't know why my stomach was growling,

When I started pinning down the clothes you bought for me.

I told you when I stopped doing my work and didn't want to attend school,

When I locked myself away all night.

I told you when you noticed all the pills and alcohol was missing and when I woke up the next morning with headaches.

I told you when I said I couldn't sleep at all and that medicine was my remedy.

I told you after spending an hour in the shower and coming out with swollen eyes.

I told you.

The thing about depression is that it's quiet. 

It isn't loud,

And the reason you didn't hear it was because you weren't really listening.