'Rest in peace'
we say to the souls
who can never hear
our words again.
Thousands of condolences
and farewell messages;
Praise and sugary words,
to prove that their life
was not in vain.
We put up on display
their divine stills,
where they looks full of grace;
Where their imperfections
are hidden under
thousands of masks;
Pain is shadowed
by blinding flashlights
not leaving a trace.
And then we say,
"They had everything!"
Feeling empowered
to judge their case.
"Why?"
Is the question of the hour,
the mammoth mystery,
owning a frown on
our Skeptical face.
These is who we are,
the society of
twisted perfectionists
and mirage of fairy lands.
Where even with
your bleeding hearts,
strong you have to stand.
Where the toxic renditions
of perfection forbid you,
from ever asking
for a helping hand.
"Why?"
Shouldn't we ask ourselves.
Why do we suddenly care now?
Where were we when
They were in pain?
When they needed someone
to tell them to breath?
When they needed to be understood;
When they wanted to be free.
So I beg you, I pray.
Lets Remember them,
not just the good.
Let's Remember how
They left us.
Remember that maybe
we could've helped.
That Depression is a demon
that can possess anyone,
and that not every time
there's an answer to "why".
Instead of just wishing
departed souls peace,
Let's help those who
we can actually save.
Let's at least give it a try.
ANAKINRAA
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Marmoris
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