I saw him across the field. He was dodging the bullies again on his way up the hill to class. I had never spoken a word to him before, but we knew each other. He walked past my spot every day; my spot behind the Performing arts building, where I hid. We would give each other this silent look. A look even we couldn't describe. I suppose if I had to explain. A look that meant we both understood. We understood the pain we go through every day. Pain we can hide from every one else, but not each other.
We had classes together. I sat alone in all of them. He had a few friends, but I never saw him with them at lunch breaks, although I never ventured out of my safe shadows created by the PA building. It was like my little den, hidden away where I could still watch over everyone. The building was like a beast, a dragon protecting me from anyone who dared to come near.
Of course, there were a few times enemies were able to slip through the dragon's defences, but they paid no attention to me. A side glance of pity or disgust as they went on, never staying long in the depths of the dragon's shadow, knowing if you stayed long you would never be able to peel away the darkness that clings to you here, even in the shine of the sun. But then it was that fateful day when he climbed that hill, dared to face the dragon and enter the depths of darkness all to sit next to the shunned maiden. We compared scars, one form or another. And to my wonder he came back. He returned to the darkness with no fear of being consumed by it, or of it becoming a second skin. All incognizant to my knowledge he already welcomed the darkness and lived within it, every day.
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Depression Quotes/Poems
PoezieA bunch of quotes or poems; some I made up myself, others I found on the internet and music lyrics, that help me with my depression and anxiety. Hope they help and inspire you too. My poems cover the topics of depression, anxiety, self harm, suicid...
