I admit it
I'm not okay
I need help
I call my friend
I tell her
She laughs in my face
She points out the past
Telling me it's all in my head
I try to explain
Filled with pain
But no words get through
She laughs again
"Get over it"she says
"You're not depressed.
You're not suffering.
You have no idea what suffering is.
You're home safe in your bed.
You have a family and friends.
You have good grades.
You can't be suffering.
You don't have a reason to."
She laughs again
"I think I know you enough to tell.
You're okay.
Just snap out of it."
She laughs
I cry
She laughs
I cry
I don't show it
But deep down
I'm in pain
Because your words are sharper than any weapon
I trust her
I love her
But she doesn't see
No one does
Why even bother telling anyone
No one notices
I'm still alone
And she laughs
And so do I
But not a real laugh
It's a cry
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Worries of a Lost Soul
PoetryAs a teenager struggling with mental health, self confidence and trying to figure life out, I started writing poems in stressful situations to help me sort out my thoughts. These poems include my deepest emotions and fears in life. I hope you can e...
