Just pretend you don’t notice
Just act as though you don’t know
If you ignore it long enough
It could just go away

You won’t ask why she’s crying
You’ll try not to stare at the scars
Just keep on walking
Like everyone else has

Don’t ask her what she does
When she’s locked in her room
Just listen to her lies
About how everything’s okay

But act surprised when you see the body
Lying on a blood soaked carpet
Tell everyone else you had no idea
When you see her in the casket

So when you hear her mother
Sobbing over her child’s grave
You can alleviate the guilt you feel
By saying there was nothing you could do

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Author's note:
I'm sure that those of you who are reading this and any other of my other poems are wondering why I write about this particular theme, and how I know about it feels.
I don't SI, but unforunately I have friends that did and/or still do. I always try to listen to them and understand what they go through. Unfortunately, that isn't a substitute for what they do.
And all I want is for other people who do SI to know that other people go through it too, so they're not alone. And that it affects everyone around them, even if they don't realize it now.
All these poems are for the people who do and don't have support in their lives.

Summer