Cut - A Thousand Unspoken Words

The act of cutting one's self is regarded as an act of crying silently. Numerous people walking besides us suffer from the urge of killing themselves and we just effortlessly fail to realize that. Sometimes the problem becomes so unbearable that they are left with no choice. And if it prevails, it ends up being fatal. What they fail to comprehend is, suicide does not end the pain, it just passes it on to someone who cares.
I had a friend. He had just joined school two months ago, migrating from a different city yet he was already every one's favorite. A friend who was so lively and full of milk of human kindness. Never had he rejected help whenever he was approached. Many people he regarded as friends, used to approach him when in need, never did they include him in their celebrations or even come up to him when he was in despair. He was like a life safer for everyone. And he never complained. That is why it hit us out of the blue when we came to know about his untimely death. His suicide.
Things were all gloomy out of a sudden. The sky looked black too. I just could not believe it. It took me a week to regain my senses and understand what had happened. And his story made me hate myself and every other person who said he was their friend. Because he was suffering from ultimate pain all this time and we just did not even care to notice.
This lose made me realize that we, human race have failed as humans. Humans have a heart. But today, do we even have something close to a heart? We have become so selfish that all we care about is self love and self care. Self care is important. You can not serve from an empty vessel but too much of it is cunning. He was in severe depression. The continuous thought of failure had left him heartbroken. Then the sudden death of his parents and his little sister took all his strengths away. Two years of ultimate torture it was before he finally could not take it anymore. But never did he tell that to anyone. The unspoken tale was written in the patterns of cuts on his forearms. His uncle, who brought him up after his parents departed thought a little change of city might prove beneficial but he left us all mourning.
His death raised a thousand unspoken questions and problems. When I recall the most darkest time, this thought just dawns upon me every time that we need to act human. We need to judge people beyond their physical appearances. We need to look into their hearts and make them see that every one suffers. One way or the other. But it is unfair to kill yourself and make others question their existence. It is painful. It is very painful when you see a friend lying motionless and you could do nothing to save him. The memories haunt you later. And you just pray for this one extra second in the past so that you could just hug him and tell him that this shall pass. But its all gone now.
I could not solve this problem. I could not even realize this problem in time. But now that I have, I have sworn not to let any person in my circle to feel alone and helpless. The ultimate solution to a huge problem like depression is to make the person talk about it. Talking heals, just like time. Everyone has a best friend. Be it from their peer group, any family member, parent, siblings, spouse, teacher, pen friend, anyone! All one has to do is, listen to them. If they have no such dilemma to suffer from, they are ultimately blessed. But if one senses any slight sign of it, its not hard to ask 'How are you?' And if they say 'Fine.' That's your first clue.