Time for a new tactic

I remember the day it arrived, it was a dreary bus ride home from school.
 
The world continued on and I remember all the passing cars.  
Depression has been like a cloud of black smoke filling up my lungs just enough leave to invisible scars.
 
As the smoke fills the air,
It’s not lethal to everyone only some of us even knows its there.
 
Even though self inflicnted death rates are climbing the worlds reaction still seems so anticlimactic.  
Maybe I should try another tactic.
 
Maybe I should try a different form of expression.
Thats when poetry become my confession.
 
I’m tired of watching others die.
It’s time for me to use my own words and explain the reason why.
 
I’m tired of standing by while these silent screams go on unheard.
It’s time for me give a voice to those who can’t find the words.