Some play with toys, others with blades.
Some draw on paper, others on skin.
Some are afraid of the dark, others of the light.
Some are afraid of bullies, others of themselves.
Some complain of the cold weather, others have never known warmth within their hearts.
Some dread public speaking, while others dread themselves.
Some fear death, others face the choice to take their life days on end.
Some smile on the outside, others show no sign of life.

But those who smile may be the others.
But who could tell?
When they spend their lives pretending their happy
When they never wear short sleeves and just tell others they feel cold
Who can tell?
No one really?
The girl whose so popular and has all those friends,
Well she could be battling depression for all you know.
The star male athlete that has every girl's heart,
His cuts don't come from fighting with the guys.
Only they know
And, scared from the cruelty of society, they keep everything to themselves.
They battle the never ending fight alone.
Struggling to get even a wink of sleep.
Until the day comes when in that bed,
They fall asleep forever,
Never to return.