what if i tell you that im depressed and then the next day you found me overdosed on Xanax and sleeping pills? what would you feel, would you feel terrible for ignoring the cries and signs of me asking for help or would you feel relieved because at least im no longer crying for attention?
what if i tell you im suicidal and then the next day you found me hanging from the ceiling fan with my eyes wide open, with a noose around the neck and a suicide note by my desk? would that image of me scar you forever, or would you forget about it as soon as i am six feet under?
what if i tell you that i had a terrible panic attack last night and then the next day you see my swollen eyes and pale face walking around the school, absent minded? would you regret not losing sleep to calm the hurricane, or would you think that its a one time thing and ill eventually get better?
what if i tell you that i feel so god damn alone and empty that the next day i attempted to kill myself because i was too numb and im in need of feeling things? you saw my bloody arms and thighs, and you saw the bruise on my knuckles. how would you feel about that, would you think that im okay because i can still breathe? would you still ignore the cries?
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