Notice

It is obvious only 
to someone who 
has been there 
To see the anguish 
behind the laughter 
The cuts that come 
from nowhere 
The lashing out 
The isolation 
The cold fingertips
and numb expression 
The pain behind the 
smile and the secrets 
of the silent tongue 
How answers to 
suggestive questions
don't quite add up 
And weird gestures 
seem to create a 
distraction in the 
air reflecting a 
way of looking 
through what is 
and into a different 
type of insecurity
One released
through drawings 
poetry and song 
lyrics, You seem 
to be on the edge 
of okay and death 
Black the color
you use to express
yourself as you 
grow distant from 
everyone who once
knew you so well 
You will not seek 
help, but sweetheart
you need to.
Because those
thoughts of yours
have the power
to kill you and will 
if you don't stop them.