In The Dark

Stand tall and Yell your truth

This is one of the longest poems I have ever written and I hope you guys enjoy it!

Shaking and breaking

Her heart is aching

She clutches her chest to try and breathe

Her fears make her seethe

She bends to her knees and prays 

"Help me make it through this faze."

She clutches her head, willing the voices to stop.

Before she throws herself off a treetop. 

She runs down the street to outrun the pain. 

So she doesn’t have to see the bathroom bloodstain. 

She looks down to see the blood drip from her arms. 

She has slowly lost all her charms. 

She doesn’t know how to stop being depressed 

Shes been living her whole life in distress. 

She turns to the ones she loves. 

Or the ones she thought was. 

“Dust it off and keep moving.”

Their voices and faces disapproving. 

She has become unfamiliar

She now cannot look in the mirror. 

She turns to the others who she believes can help her. 

But they are not who she thought they were. 

“You complain too much for anyone to believe. 

You always complain how much you grieve. 

You must be lying or looking for attention. 

You surely must understand my apprehension.” 

She tells them she cannot because what she says is true. 

“It’s fine you will pull through.” 

They shrug it off and leave her be. 

But she cannot bring herself to agree. 

She goes to end the pain, but fails. 

“You displayed no signs!” They wailed. 

Laying in the hospital she cries. 

She wasn’t even able to die. 

They pretend like she spoke no words of it before. 

Like she never told of the pain she felt at her very core. 

She doesn’t understand why she didn’t die. 

“I had already said my final goodbye.” 

She’s desperate for a solution 

“No one can give me absolution.” 

She laughed when she wanted to cry. 

The thoughts in her mind are enough to horrify. 

But she pushes to live a day more. 

Despite her mind being in a constant uproar. 

To the grave and back. 

She believes this must be payback. 

She doesn’t understand what she’s done. 

To be hated by everyone. 

She runs over to the nearest cliff. 

The blue water looks perfect for a full body dip. 

She takes one last look at the town. 

She doesn’t even care about the crowd. 

People gather as she stands at the edge. 

She looks down at the water from over the ledge. 

No one tries to talk her down. 

They whisper about how this is just another breakdown. 

She tugs at her hair and screams. 

“This is what you all did to me!

You thought I wasn’t good enough to fight this long.

But that’s okay because soon I’ll be long gone.

You talk about how I always fail. 

But this time I will prevail.” 

She steps away from the edge and turns back to the crowd. 

“How do you all feel about me now? 

I am stronger than you all said I was. 

I never needed your fake applause. 

I see the mistake of my ways from the time I was young. 

But you all battered me with the mean words that fell from your tongue. 

I thought I didn’t deserve this life.

I thought I didn’t deserve to fight. 

I have prevailed in this stupid game. 

I am no longer the same.” 

She stood tall and yelled her truth. 

She vowed to protect the upcoming youth. 

“If any does this again, 

It will be you I hang off this edge.”

She passed the shocked faces. 

Of all the people she put in their places. 

“I am stronger than ever before. 

My scars are the marks of a brutal war.”

She showcased the marks she drew on with a blade. 

She promised she would never again be afraid. 

She became a symbol of a truth. 

“You are the only person who Truly knows you.

They cannot put you down if you stay strong. 

This pain will not be lifelong. 

You will have hard times.

But what matters is how hard you fight. 

Keep your head up and your eyes proud. 

And no one will ever be able to pull you down. 

You are a warrior with battle scars. 

You are a fighter for making it this far.

And if no one has told you today. 

I am proud of you for making it all this way.”