Can you not tell my random body language?
Pointing to my depression.
Iâ??ve tried and tried to control it.
But the blade has taught me a lesson.
When youâ??re eyes are ducked low.
And you canâ??t look people in the eyes.
Thatâ??s when youâ??re trying to hide something.
A shield to hide your lies.
When you hold your arms close to your chest.
Your poor body just simply looking cold.
Thatâ??s when you have information.
That no one else can know.
When you walk down the hallway.
Not talking to anyone that passes by.
Youâ??re blocking the words you want to say.
Itâ??s not because youâ??re shy.
When your arms are covered in sleeves.
And you always hold the arm.
Thatâ??s when youâ??re trying
to not show your own self harm.
As you walk by a person
and finally look them in the eye.
that is your cry for help.
A notation to your final goodbye.
When no one really notices,
the little things you do.
like writing long letters,
to no one else but you.
When it goes unseen your cries,
the tears that drop silently.
Thatâ??s when people know,
that it seems that youâ??re life will end violently.
No one really notices these things,
they just simply think youâ??re sad.
But sadness canâ??t match depression,
when itâ??s all youâ??ve ever had.
Read my body language
the next time that you walk by.
Donâ??t just simply pass me on
why donâ??t you just ask why?
