When you start to go out without your make-up on.
When you start staying in every saturday night.
When you start laying in bed all day.
That's when I'll worry.
But now, I know that sometimes you feel nothing.
And your thoughts are growing deeper and deeper into a place only you can find.
The hopelessness you have not yet named.
And I know why.
I've heard those screams before. Silent bedroom doors open a crack.
Short monotone answering machine voices. "conversation"
And most of all, I know that telling you I know will not help.
But showing you could change everything before you ever reach the bottom.
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