Please don't notice, because it makes me want to die.

I beg you, please hold my hand.

Please don't look at me, because it makes me want to cry.

I beg you, please wipe away my tears.

Hold my hand, hold me tight. Please talk to me, because I'm starting to feel miserable.

I'm sorry for letting you see me like this, for making you worry, for being a burden.

I wonder when it was that I started memorizing the names of my medications. As the years pass, I'm rotting away inside. Every time I see the sun set and the moon rise, my body feels heavier. Still, I smile today. I don't want the people around me to worry.

I came to the Tone River. I looked down at the water from the bridge. The river was so beautiful. But it would hurt. It would be cold, probably.

The river looked warm, for some reason. No, I shouldn't think like this. I need to go home quickly and take my medicine. Before this wretched depression swallows me whole—...