The “problem” with depression, there are hardly outward markers you’d expect to see from a person going through it. A battle fought from within against a cause unknown is hard to even predict. It springs from the outside and saws a seed inside of you, in the centre of your soul. It then grows outwardly and like darkness it blankets you within a mind tormenting trance; unable to let the light get in.
The “problem” with being suicidal is that everyone around you, mostly the closest will miss it. Many people serve and service an internal war with no physical implications. Many times they’ll go back into their collapsing rooms and stare at the pack of pills at the edge of the bed, the noose hanging from the ceiling, the blade on the table, or disinfectant under the sink. The thousands that cause an outrage, passively aggressive, or vent time again, they may never be in that state.
All I’m saying is life is a mystery existing on its own, independent of our personal decisions.
Ragged Urban.
Ragged Urban 
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