We are just
similar to each other.
Whoever you are,
Wherever we're living,
Whomever you're living with
we have so many resemblances
that you don't realize.
Wanna hear it?
Then, just lie down,
let your mind rest
and listen.
Can you feel the wind blows through us?
Can you see the bird flying from afar?
Can you hear the sound of the waves?
Can you smell the grass?
Can you tell me your stories?
If you can, then, you're just like me,
we're just... similar to each other.
Do you know,
there's a tale
'bout
a little girl cries her eyes out
for being alone,
so alone
that, when a boy comes to her,
she thinks she's meeting a fraud,
but then,
"Cheer up, cheer up,
my friend
do never fear
do never worry
do never think
'bout the future.
Cause just let it be,
let it go on,
let 'em happen,
let 'em be your unexpected future
though it's good or not,
so just let it be.
One day,
or today,
you'll find a friend,
a lover,
a beautiful family,
and a happy future.
It just
never give up hope."
And he left,
left leaving her alone,
but now
it became a healing soul,
not a hurt one anymore.
Do you want to hear how similar I and you are?
If yes, then...
Like you, I'm a human,
or actually, a daydreamer.
Like you, I love reading stories
and writing about them.
Like you, I love listening to music
and singing them out loud.
Like you, I love reading facts
and sometimes trying to face the terrible ones
though my knowledge is still like a drop of the Pacific — not really like you, eh?
But above all, I love writing. Love it as I love books.
And like you, I have made many mistakes and had many bad habits
that you'd never know.
So many times I have negative thoughts,
so many suicidal thoughts that you'd never hear about,
never,
so, it's not that you're bad and I'm good, eh?
No, I assure you no.
I'd never be better than any of you
cause we're just the same.
You aren't good-looking?
Me too.
You aren't rich?
Me too.
You don't have any talent?
That need to be checked again throughout your life, then.
You have little friends?
Mine isn't more than yours.
You have bad relationships?
Well, me too, mate.
Trust me, I understand all your pain.
Trust me, somewhere in this world
there are people who really care about you.
Trust me, you are not alone in this world.
Please, trust me.
And those
are what call 'our similarities'.
So if you want, come and share with me.
And I'll always listen to you, my similar pathetic friend.
YOU ARE READING
Those whose souls hurt
PoetryThis is my improvisational poetry collection, which includes all my healing poems just for you, who suffered from mental illness. Hope you enjoy it.