Poems by S.S.

Clock

Days go by like years when you're alone.
Years go by like days when you're not.
Everyone seems to "understand" but not help.
Why leave someone to live 7 years while you just had one week.
A normal human lives about 60-90 years.
But we've lived longer.
Every moment you saw someone sitting by themselves.
Nowhere to go,
No friends to turn to.
When you see them and do nothing.
Don't think you "Understand".
Because that person that just died at their own hands is braver than you will ever know.
You have days.
We have years.
You will never "understand" until you're days turn into years, and you have survived all by yourself and gone through so much more crap than the people around you, and you have nowhere to go but down.
Down into the darkest parts of your thoughts.
Down into the back of the class hoping you won't be noticed.
Down into the covers of your bed so you can't see the world around you and find out your nightmare was real.
And it will continue until someone turns you years back into days.
Until someone stops time to help you live instead of surviving.
Until someone takes one of their days in a year to help your year turn into a day where you don't go down, but up.
Up into the class where you are seen and not just heard.
Up into the days that used to be years until someone took their year and made it yours.
One day.
Can end it all.
It can feel like you are on your last string.
Your last year.
One day.
Can make a day feel like an hour.
Last less time than what you started with, scraping all your logic about time when your days where years their days where hours wrapped up in a bow, and that bow was compliments and praise.
The people around them.
The kind words they are handed every day because they can through a ball.
The medals they are given because they understand a little bit more.
Yet they complain that it is too long.
Give someone else your bow if your day is "too long".
Feel how it feels for your seconds to last a lifetime.
When the clock is wrong and ten minutes haven't gone by but your dignity and self-esteem because the people in the room called you fat and queer.
You don't understand no matter how hard you try.
Everyone goes through something different.
And so does our time.