
I didn't think, at all. When I grabbed my blade I thought it would be a regular session, tears with blood running after, I didn't expect to end up in the hospital, as everyone screams and pity's me... Why are they here, they don't love me if they did they would've noticed my long sleeves in the summer, me not eating for days straight, my tears at night and eye bags in the morning, my drop in grades, how sad I got when you called me lazy...
They didn't notice, the thing about depression is that it's quiet it isn't
loud, and the reason they didn't hear it was because they were never really listening.

