Depression's Toll

 At age seven, she saw she didn't belong,

she didn't look like the other girls

 "It's okay", she would say,

her glow-up would be soon.

  At age twelve, she tried make-up to hide the imperfections.

Maybe boys wouldn't call her ugly,

they always did though.

  At age fifteen, her smile had faded, a black cloud hovered over her.

 "Nobody cares", she thought,

she was ready to die.

  All she saw was a disappointment in the mirror, a waste of space.

 Nobody noticed, the inclination of sadness,

they thought the fake smile was true.

  Nobody noticed until at age fifteen,

they put her in the ground.



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I hope this helps everyone see how blind depression can really be.

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