Tears in the Truth

Chapter 35 - Cont. Faith in the Nothing

Intoxicated with madness 

I'm in love with my sadness 

just speak the truth 

even if 

your voice 

shakes

I feel the worst when I'm alone

because 

that's when the monster

in my head decides to say

hello.

Deep inside

Where nothings fine

I've lost my mind

Sometimes,

I find it better to be alone

somewhere

when no one 

can hurt me

or see 

the tears

fall

I hate people

that claim you need help

all the while

rushing at the opportunity

to show others

your writing

But don't understand anything about it

at all

 Because they are too ignorant to realize,

that the world is just a bleak

never ending

misery 

for you.

It is not a plea for help,

a cry for attention,

nor does it contain a hidden meaning for love.

Medication won't help (Been there, done that, made me feel intoxicated)

Counseling is stupid, 

and talking is an even bigger waste of my time.

It's all in you mind.

 (They say)

Quit falling into a period of self loathing!

(They say)

Depression isn't a choice,

but apparently stigma and ignorance are.

Not realizing your intelligent enough,

to decipher that goddamn message,

all the while expecting you to continue

fighting the demons that control you,

as well as overcoming the whispers around you

through not giving a —

 what other people think

about your writing.

Because It reflects your life,

and not theirs.

Just take a moment

to register

that you have overcome 

so many problems 

in life,

and they 

have conquered...

none.

Won't you highlight this page?

Go on.

Or are my thoughts too insignificant,

too inconsequential,

too unworthy

of your gossip?