during the spring he stared at his lap and didn't listen in class when his friends talked to him he snapped his eyes revealed nothing of the emotions he capped
during the summer he didn't leave home and wore long jumpers
during the autumn the news came out about how he hit rock bottom and took his life away with the swipe of a knife
I'm not depressed I swear. It's just that death is such a painful experience and when writing about it- it just flows.