Depression And Hate Poems

Chapter 9...Dearest Dear

Dearest Dear,

What ever happened to all your smiles?

Are they hidden under the covers

where you cried yourself to sleep each night

or tucked in the corners of the stories

you read to try and distract yourself

from the depressing reality?

Are they stuffed in cracks and holes

in the paths you walk along each day

or folded neatly away

in the back of your closet?

Did you accidentally toss them out

with the recycling each week

or mistake them for someone else's

and give them away?

I know smiles are like pennies

just lying on the ground

waiting for you to pick them up,

but are you even looking?

Have you seen them

and just walked on by without stopping?

And what of you laughter?

Has that also disappeared?

Is it stored in bottles

in the back of your pantry?

Is it locked up in a music box you never open?

Did you know that laughter

is the music of the soul?

Or that, to heal a soul,

all you need is a genuine smile?

Did you know?

Do you even care?

Do you care that your heart gets heavier

with each passing day

you spend without happiness?

Do you even care

that you fall deeper and deeper

into depression with each tear you cry?

Do you care

that help is sitting right next to you

but you refuse to acknowledge it?

Or it is it that you can't see it,

can't recognize it sitting there?

Are you being blinded by the sorrow

so that you can't feel yourself falling,

falling down into a darkness you can't ever leave?

Are you lying to yourself,

saying everything is fine,

saying everything is "good"

when it's actually the opposite?

Why?

Why are you doing this?

Why?

Why can't you just open your eyes

and accept the happiness

that's right in front of you?

Why can't you

just take off all those masks you wear

and put on a smile?

Even if it feels weird,

even if it feels wrong,

that smile will do you more good

than any number of masks.

Please.

Please do it.

Just once is all I ask.

Do it for me?

Do it for yourself?

Do it for that "you"

you wish to be.

Do it for that happy "you"

you used to see

looking back at you through to mirror.

Please.

Let me see your smile once again.

Let me hear your laugh in the wind.

Please.

~From the One Who Misses You Most