You told yourself that's not what you saw.
You convinced yourself it wasn't true.
You doubted and doubted until you couldn't.
Just under the cuff of the sleeve.
The blunt pencils in his bag.
He never does have a sharpener.
You've seen it. Everyday you see it.
Stop doubting.
You know it, he's in pain.
His depression lead to those lines you pretend you don't see.
Stop pretending you can't see it.
Are you scared? That he's self conscious, scared?
He isn't.
He needs help but he can't say it.
You've seen it now. Stop pretending you didn't.
Please, save him.
YOU ARE READING
A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
