The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl

Poem #28

"Do you want to talk about it?"
They all ask me,
None listen to the answers I give them
It is all so rehearsed, so dry and unmoving
The question that is only asked to make the one asking feel better about themselves
Don't ask me that question and expect me to not roll my eyes
Because obviously I want to talk, I need to talk
But I know you won't listen or that you won't want to hear what I have to say
Do not go through the motions, not with me
I am not something to be pitied or to be calmed down
I am sad
And this will not change by merely talking to someone who isn't even listening
"Do you want to talk about it?"
No, no I do not want to talk about it
The question is,
Are you really listening?
- r.b.