Is this about me?

My heart goes to those who cannot cry,
They find an alternative
And of coarse it's to die,
But why?

Depression is a lead cause of death,
My cousin died from it,
My friends suffer from it,
Yet they are too blind to see it.

Do they not know the pain they cause?
The hearts they break,
Do they take a moment's pause...?
Before puncturing their delicate body with a stake.

Yet why don't I cry?
Why is this about me?
Why don't I want to die?
Why do I still want to be?