When you were little
If you fell
They would ask you where it hurt
You would point to
Your knees, your arm, or an elbow
And they would make it better
But you noticed
As you get older
If you fall
They don't ask you where it hurts
You sit silently in your room
Waiting for someone to ask you
Where it hurts
Pointing to your head and your heart
Because that's where it
Hurts the most
But nobody makes it better
YOU ARE READING
When the heart betrays
PoetryDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!
