Why?
They'll check your wrists
but not your thighs.
They'll check your lips
but not your eyes.
What is that?
It was just the cat.
Just another excuse
Just another lie.
Maybe this one won't make mom cry
like she does everynight in her sleep while she screams
"Why?!" and "Where did I go wrong?"
I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not very strong.
I'm tossing and I'm turning every night to get some sleep.
And in the morning I pull down my long sleeves.
As I'm clawing my way up a mountain
trying to find the shattered hope
That I'd buried a long time ago.
The demons are clowing at my eyes,
trying to make me cry
but I can't cry.
Because I'm so far gone
disappering into dawn.
As if I'm not hanging off the edge of a cliff,
everyone else keeps living
and everyone keeps crippling the only two legs I have to stand on.
And every day another kid dies.
And every day another mom cries.
And every day...
Someone ask
W
H
Y
?
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Depressed to Impressed
Non-Fiction"Just because you're living doesn't mean you're alive" 🏅#2 in depression 🏅#3 in hell
