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A poem about depression.

Fading

I look down at my hands

There I see they seem to be fading away

I feel like a pill dissolving in a cup of water

I can no longer see my hands

Just a blur of my wrists

The fading continues

Why do I have to leave when everyone else can stay

I am leaving

Leaving forever

I try to call for help

But no one answers

I see everyone else carrying on

but no one talks

No one helps

I can tell they know I am here

They know I need help

Maybe they just don’t want to

Maybe they don’t want to be needing help too

I am fading more

Now I know they want no part of me

Now I am almost gone

I will be gone forever

I wonder what they will do

When I am gone

I don’t think they will care

If they don’t care when I need help

Why would they care when I don’t

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