You say you can't tell if someone's depressed
You can, you just need to look and understand
I tell you that you know some that cut
But you don't know that
You ask for names and I say no
Just figure it out
The ones that are so funny,
The ones that seem to be getting a bit skinny,
The ones that are telling you to look.
You ask for us to tell you so you can give us a hug
That won't work
We won't feel anything
We never do
We've lost touch with love and life
But you know it's them when you ask them,
And they respond with the fake answer im sure you know.
So,
"How are you?"
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An Unfinished Apology
ŞiirPoetry not meant for those with weak minds and pure hearts.