the funny thing with depression is it’s the ones who seem to have it the worst who you don’t have to worry about. these are the ones who want people to know they are hurting, the ones who want people to help them, the ones who want to be loved and noticed and helped so they can be happy.
it’s the ones that seem fine that will kill themselves. the ones who actually want to just end it and die act normal so no one can stop them. the ones who attempt it in front of people or who call someone before saying bye, those are the ones you can save. those are the ones who want to be saved.
i made it obvious. i made it look like i was trying to hide my cuts when i really knew they were visible. i wanted someone to reach out to me. i wanted help. i didn’t want to die, even when i attempted it. i would have welcomed death and maybe done it eventually, but i was very much savable. it’s the ones who you have no idea have any kind of inner struggle that you have to be careful with.