Badger's Sketches! *2nd Sketchbook!*

Doctor's Note.

'Doctor's Note'

A poem about depression, viewed from the eyes of the victim's best friend.

(Do not read if you are sensitive to topics on depression and mental illness.)

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You never think about the victim's best friend.

You never think about the strength it takes to be friends with someone who doesn't want to live anymore, until you become them.

The victim isn't the only one who suffers.

The best friend,

The one who's been there from day one,

Has to witness the slow spiral of depression,

The slow agony of hopelessness,

And they can't do a thing.

They reach out with both hands,

Hoping, praying, that they will reach back,

Try and pull them from the somewhere they cannot escape.

But sometimes they don't hold on.

And every night they lay awake,

Wondering with desperation what more can they do.

Staying up every night, singing songs into the night to get them through,

Because the scariest thought for them is,

They don't know if they're going to wake up and their best friend won't be alive in the morning.

They don't know if that night, their best friend,

Their sister, their brother,

Decided it was all too much and decided to pull the trigger.

That they feel it's their fault,

"There has to be more I could've done!"

I know.

I know what it's like to not know what they are going through.

I never suffered from depression.

I never had to deal with anxiety,

But I had to watch as my best friend that I cared for so much,

Had to watch as new slashes on their wrists appeared,

Had to slowly bare witness as my best friend grew skinner,

Grew weak,

Grew tired.

And the worst thing I ever heard was,

'You wouldn't understand.'

Like the fact that because I wasn't clinically diagnosed with suffering,

That I couldn't fathom what it was like.

I have felt suffering.

The feeling of having your heart ripped out,

The feeling of going home and locking yourself in your room and crying.

I know what it is.

Just because I don't have a doctor's note as an excuse to cry myself to sleep,

Doesn't mean I never did.

Because I did.

(I am okay. This was a poem I wrote as a vent. I am okay though :) It is better now. There are just times when I need to write to help me through stuff. I hope you like it.)

Also, tell me if you guys would like me to share other poems I've made. :)

Have a great day.

And remember, no matter what you think, there is ALWAYS someone out there, loving you, and praying every night that they get to see you alive in the morning. <3