The Goodbye

Walk the halls
head down,
maybe then they won’t see
Down the halls
both headphones in
they don't say a thing
there is nothing playing
it does the job.
In class
sit, take in the knowledge,
never answer questions
answers are known.
That girl in the back of the class
no one pays attention,
the one with the best grades
Black clothes, long sleeves,
stereotypical depressed teenager
no one cares.
Eyes closed
Knot tied
It’s time

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A small depiction of what it is like to not survive your depression. Not everyone is strong enough to make it out alive.