Suicides Awareness
Depression rolls in happiness rolls out. Friends Family give support help contacts. Advice is stomped on run over. Secrets of late nights locked in bedrooms with little blades coming down forearms. Blood rising to the surface of nicks, a young hand holding a rag. Dabs away evidence. Each day is a little more painful. The planning begins pills, hanging, or slashing. One final day one final note ends it all a life.
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