I need help
Is what I try to say
I'm okay
Is what makes it to your ears
I cry
You hear silence
I shout and scream
You hear me laugh
I wonder what is wrong with me
That you don't seem to understand
A single word
That is parting from my lips
Maybe sickness is a dialect
Maybe you can't comprehend my tongue
Maybe it's an accent that I have
Maybe you speak other languages
Por favor
Yo digo
Necesito tu ayuda
No me entiendes
Bitte, versteh mich doch
Flehe ich dich an
Flehe ich die Welt an
Doch niemand kann mir antworten
Please
I cry into the void again
Пожалуйста
Bitte
请
No sé what else to say
Sechstausend languages exist
Yet none seem to be enough
For me to express
What is happening inside
Of this silly broken head
So many languages
So viele, viele Sprachen
Tantos idiomas
Так много языков
这么多语言
But it's not enough
It never is
Because some words don't exist
For some things, there are now words
Kann so viel übersetzen wie ich will
Nunca podrás entenderme
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It does get better.
PoetryPeople say it will get better. But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know? I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses, and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - ab...
