If I died today, if I finally did it, what would you say?
I didn’t know (that’s a lie).
I didn’t think she really would (that’s because you didn’t want to be bothered, to make time just to listen or help me).
How selfish (how selfish of you to be so absorbed in yourself not to at least call or to avoid me because I couldn’t be who you wanted me to be).
All she had to do was get medication (which I tried to do but cannot afford and can find no assistance programs for).
All she had to do was try harder (you have no idea how hard I did try or how many times I faked it for you).
Depression is real. People are cruel because they think since they can’t see a wound that it can’t be all that bad – that it’s imagined or someone just wanting attention. I wouldn’t wish this feeling on anyone but for some, maybe just 24 miserable hours. Just so they can know.
Then, what would you say?