we judge her by the cuts on her thighs
before looking at the pain in her eyes.
the pain that she cry’s,
when she asks herself why?
the pain that’s always there
makes it hard for her to bare.
it’s not selfish
it’s not her fault
it’s indeed
depressions fault.
we don’t read past the first line
we don’t even make it past the cover
although if we did,
we’d see there a whole story, not just the cover.
the ways we judge
the looks we give
the things we say
the words we choose
all go back to her
to make her feel
even more pain than she already cries.
but why didn’t we just ask about the pain we saw in her eyes?
ask about the pain.
rather than saying your goodbyes.