Depression

Blankly staring
Across the room,
Tears in his eyes
Just thinking things through

Standing close behind,
Dark tinted glass,
Observing the world;
Stuck in the past

Not understanding,
Why things are wrong
Scared for the future
He wants to be gone

Before it's too late
He talks with his friends
They make him happy for a while
Then he's depressed again

But what's different about this,
He keeps to himself
He stays in his room
And stares at the shelves

The next day at school,
He's curled in a ball
Up against his locker
Just sitting in the hall

They ask him what's wrong
He just shakes his head
"I'm just tired, guys.
I want to go to bed."

Not seeing the signs
His friends didn't know
The boy hid his tears
So that they wouldn't show

Before they got help
It was already too late,
He was cutting himself
And in a suicidal state

The very next day,
His body was found
In the back of his house
Just laying on the ground

This could have been stopped
He didn't have to die,
But he's gone now,
And his friends all cried

So get help when depressed
Or you could end up dead,
Cutting your wrists,
Or a gun to your head!