A sudden surge takes over
Ripping at your heart and controlling your hands
Making you tear at your hair
As tears of remorse pour out
You don't deserve the pain you gain
How could life be so unfair?
You tell yourself this as you go
And make matters worse for yourself
You say you're not depressed,
And that anyone who is has "no reason to be"?
I'm sorry to say my good sir
But I would like for you to be us for a day
Whether we struggle with the people around us
Or our own bodies in many different ways
Or our goals being shot down
Or our money and time being burnt before our eyes
I'm sorry, my good sir
But would you like to deal
With the struggle and pain in life every day
And say you're happy to be alive?
It doesn't even have to be just this
The human mind is complex
You can drown in depression and tears
And not know why the tsunami came
I'm sorry, my good sir
But sometimes we cannot control
Every tear we shed
Or slice of the wrist
Every cry of pain
Every fake smile
Every uncontrollable tremble
Every shout of fury
And I hope, my good sir
You're at least empathetic enough to know
That every time we say we're fine
When we are not
We, my good sir
Don't want to add the stress
Of having you consantly worry
And of having all the attention on us
And we, my good sir
Don't want to feel the sting of
Your eye roll and shrug
The pain of being ignored
For, you see
We go through enough pain already
Why have more added on just because
You don't seem to believe that deep inside
Buried deep in the heart
We care about you and ourselves
And, it gives me great joy
In writing this poem, for I am able to say
We people that live through depressing silence
Or constant self-harm
Actually care
We care about the rest of you
None of us want to be a burden
For how would it feel, my good sir
If suddenly all the attention was snatched away
We don't want to live through the humiliation
Of always being watched
Treated as if a basket-case
Like we're ready to snap
We don't want to add more stress and depression
To the life we live
And the lives around us
For, you see, my good sir
We're intelligent enough to know what's going on around us
Being this poet, it pains me to say, my good sir
Most of us can't push past the fact
That speaking up and telling others of the pain we endure
The spikes we roll on throughout our lives
Will not be burdening
And it pains me to say, my good sir
That not enough people in the world
Are ready to see this
Not enough people in the world
Are willing to see what is most obvious
And, it paints me to say
That, for us that do see
We can do little to nothing about
I, as the poet writing this little ditty
Have, since I was a girl
Always wanted to help everyone
So far, I've been able to help a small group through their troubles
I'm sure I'm not alone when I say,
It isn't enough
Helping a few people out will never
By our standards of human beings
Be enough to satisfy our craving
And I am glad to say,
Our craving is not from PMSing
Or an eating disorder
It is a craving
Of which only the most mature and kind-hearted people have
I say this with as little arrogance as I can muster,
And it may not be enough, but
I have the irresistable craving
To help the world expand
I want to help the people's minds widen
It seems impossible,
And I tell myself every day that, well
It is
Just because I cannot accomplish this, though
Doesn't mean that people are not able to continue living
And that they are not able to be happy
With happy lives
A happy family
Every person is capable of living life
No matter how rough it gets- choice or not
And so, I end this poem
With a simple message
We're all strong and intelligent enough
So that we can make it through
And there are people who understand you
But also see much more than you put out
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