This poem seems to be a cry for help, as if it says:
I do not speak, but if you read this you should realize that I am.
I have tried before to let others know that I am depressed, but in time I have learned to cope with it on my own. People do not listen when I tell them that I feel depressed, or they just don't know what to do. So maybe if i tell them that I am ok, I can at least ensure that they wont feel bad for not helping me. And those that know what it means to be depressed might understand, and this is the understanding I need.
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I do not speak, but if you read this you should realize that I am.
I have tried before to let others know that I am depressed, but in time I have learned to cope with it on my own. People do not listen when I tell them that I feel depressed, or they just don't know what to do. So maybe if i tell them that I am ok, I can at least ensure that they wont feel bad for not helping me. And those that know what it means to be depressed might understand, and this is the understanding I need.
just my 2c