(Disclaimer: contains the theme of suicide, if you are going through this please seek professional help. Services from the UK will be noted at the bottom of this poem)
The first time you think of suicide.
You may have a smile on your face, but inside you will be crying out.
When you are rock bottom, the worst thing to say is the only way is up.
That never helps.
Looking up reminds you of how much work you have to do.
Looking down at the thought of suicide makes life so easy.
If you are reading this and you know someone who has depression.
Who is in a peaceful place in their life.
Do not be worried about them.
But be aware of how easy it for them to fall into pieces.
See depression is like tectonic plates.
Sometimes they split revealing all your insecurities that lay in your mantle.
Sometimes your self-esteem is like a continental plate.
Then the oceanic plate of trauma, heartache and grief.
Drives deep under your self-esteem.
You erupt.
You apologise for your magma verbs.
You apologise for volcanic constants.
As that is just depression erupting.
You will apologise to the people closest to you who suffer.
Because you will see the burns your depression caused on their skin.
If you are reading this and you know someone who has depression.
Who is in a peaceful place in their life.
Do not be worried about them.
But be aware of how easy it is for them to fall into pieces.
This poem is to say, next time their tectonic plates open.
They may not find the strength to close the gap.
You now know the signs.
This poem is to say, they are not always fine.
Sometimes they will carry a dam behind their eyes full of tears.
When that dam breaks, they will need your help.
In those times they will not ask for help with words.
They will do it in their actions.
Their smiles and eyes will be screaming out I need help.
So if you see the signs.
Please help them.
UK
Mind
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