Juste des mots balancés dans l'infini - Plume de Poésie 2

no one cares

To myself :

The scary news is, you're on your own now. But the cool news is, you're on your own now.

yes. all the broken pieces.
yes. all the carrying for yourself.
yes. the "I wanna scream for help".
yes... "everybody who will answer will be hurt too".

I've learned, maybe wrong, maybe so right.
maybe everyone will think it's crazy.

didn't you see that there's all of these people who are living a nightmare, who will never say it out loud ?
"Why would they understand ?" they think. "Why would they even listen ?"
Or : "Wouldn't they make it worse ?"
Yes of course you did see. You're part of them.

Let me say it slowly : we. are. all. part. of. them.

we are so trying to survive. All of us.

Even if you feel so great, so okay, that you have all the best things that make your life so amazing, you're trying to survive.
Your greatest life is just as a timer, a bomb on, one day, it explodes.
because... it's life, that's it.
say like that, it seems so depressing, so damn sad...
but I'm the first person to say that life is amazing. Let me come back to this and explain a little later.
Let's start with simple :
I'm only part of these people who can't tell what's in their dark side.

we're supposed to support each of us.
talk to someone, don't handle it all on yourself.

what if what I'm fucking living was poisoned for you ?
Didn't you know that your psy need a psy ?
What if we were all on this endless circuit ?

that's why I'm so stuck. I can't talk. I can't...
And if I talk, I turn down the someone who was listening to me.
Cause this someone is like everyone : a sponge which absorbs all the stuff that people put on him. the drops of water make the oceans.
so... what's now ?

Fake it 'till you make it.

I don't do anything. I fake my so great feelings. I'm convincing myself, that I'm okay.
Cuz yes, what if we were all okay ?
What if all the problems that we were living was as big as we let them to be ?
what if the only help we need is ourselves ?

No one really cares what's so important for you. Only you. And God.
So make sure no one stops what you're feeling.
It's between you and God.
No one's invited.

You're on your own kid.
Let your life become what only the person that you are can see.

Enjoy all of these little things that no one understands.
Cry at all of your pain like no one else can, cause it's your damn pain. Not their problem.
Smile at what's brought you the joy that God puts in your heart.
Live your dreams.
Make sure, when the world is happening to you, that you're happening to the world.

Someday you'll meet the person who will maybe care more than the others.
You can lean on him one day as much as he can lean on you at that very same moment.
Don't waste time to lean on people who will be destroyed cause they're humans.

so, yes. enjoy. learn.

I don't know. don't wait to approve from people.
Just be a fucking living person.
The best.
Cuz you are.