the purple bags under her eyes have to tell you something
the way her sad eyes have sunken in
the way her hair is always in knots
the way she has nearly stopped eating
the melancholy way she sings
the way she is always wearing sweats in eighty degree weather
how she hides behind a hood
and yet people don’t notice how devastatingly beautiful she is they don’t notice the way she laughs how far and few between they are and when she smiles it seems she hasn’t smiled in decades how sometimes she walks into school with black streaks down her face or red welts and a dark bruise on her cheek
because you don’t bother to notice you’re so caught up in the future and smiles and happiness you don’t notice the things happening around you someone is crumbling someone is shattering someone is hiding behind a smile someone is cutting their wrists they’re suffering they’re dying
how is it that you can’t see it?
Be kind. You never know how much someone is suffering. I have a friend who used to cut and had been for two years and I had no idea about it until she nearly died.