Sometimes a cry for help is totally silent.
Because there is so much to say yet so little.
Because there is no courage.
Because it looks like there is no hope.
Because you feel all alone and abandoned.
Because many people just don't care.
When I am depressed as hell, I've had friends approach me telling me that they could see it in my eyes.
Some would rattle on, hoping to get something out of me because they know the silence in my body says it all.
Thank you for noticing.
At the very least, it's nice to know people can see something.