Safe Place

If You Don't Understand, Good.

If you don't understand mental illness, good. Good for you. You shouldn't have to understand.
If you don't understand why some people can't get out of bed in the morning, good. I hope you jump out of bed every single day; ready to take the world by strom.
If you don't understand how someone could drag a blade accross their skin, good. I hope you never that desperate to feel something.
If you don't understand what would drive a girl to keep starving herself despite everything she's list in the proccess, good. I hope you stay heavy, present, and real. If you don't understand why she wont just go to church, mosque, and everything like that, or rehab, or find someone who can help her, good. I hope you always have somewhere to turn.
If you don't understand how someone can keep swallowing bottles of pills, tying knots in ropes or standing at the tops of the bridges, good. I hope you're never that desperate for releif.
If you don't understand, good. You're not supposed to. It's all fuckin' sick.