They Don't Know

The one person I didn't want to know knows

But no one knows it all

They know of my depression

But they do not know of the marks spanning down my arms and thighs

They know I am struggling

But they do not know of the suicidal thoughts that plague my mind

They know I sometimes struggle to leave my bed

But they don't know of the images of blood dripping from my arms in two, long lines in my fantasies

Or the air whisting in my ears as I fall fall fall

Or the blood I spill to stop myself

They know I am depressed

But they don't know what it means

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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