You see her in black, which you think is the sign of depression you may be wrong or right, but don't judge, you never know if she may be alive for the last night,she cries and cries in the corner of her room, wondering and wondering if she might kill herself soon, she takes the blade up and down without any pain, knowing that her tears are as harsh as the rain,depression o depression why do you ruin my life, all you make me do is want to kill myself with a knife.But every cut up arm tells a story,but once you see me dead that's when you tell my "I'm sorry."