I wonder how it would feel:
To grow up depressed,
suicidal,
writing a letter for your loved ones,
because you no longer know,
if you'll make it through the night.

I wonder how it would feel-
if you wanted someone to show they cared,
so instead of holding all your pain,
you release it and wear it on your wrist.

I wonder how it would feel-
to have no one mention it,
they turn their heads, 
close their eyes,
and you are aching inside.

I wonder how it would feel-
to have to overcome this depressed state alone,
remind yourself that you can do better,
be better,
and have a whole life to look forward to.

I wonder how it would feel- 
to later find out everyone knew all along,
saw you shattering,
your family,
friends,
but because no one knew what to do,
they did nothing instead.

I know how it feels.