Reaching out
Is difficult
Getting help
Is difficult
Why?
You ask.
I don’t know.
I reply.
Sitting there
Just talking
A serious
Solemn talk
Why?
They ask.
I don’t know.
I reply.
Talking about
Things like
My feelings
My thoughts
Why?
He asks.
I don’t know.
I reply.
A silence
A terrible
Tension filled
Dark silence.
Why?
She asks.
I don’t know.
I reply.
They stare
At me
With bewilderment
Surprised faces
Why?
All of them ask.
Because
I reply.
3 comments
LetItGo, did you tell your parents something? Am I missing reading your poem? You have been locking you pain away for so long. Do to the opposite is the unknown. The unknown is scary…..
Have I told my parents something? No. I could never do that. Just a thought here. Of what would happen. Of what could happen if I did tell them. I have been locking the pain away. I haven’t stepped into the unknown. Why? I don’t know. I’m afraid. Why have I been locking the pain away? Because no one cares about me. Or my pain. And its better to lie and to have people think I am okay when in reality I am far from okay. Why? Because then they won’t worry. Then if I do kill myself they won’t feel heart broken.
@letitgo
telling someone something is like flipping a coin. there are always 2 sides to the situation. the negative reaction and positive reaction. they could try to help u and be there for u and support u. or the could be the kind that yell at u and say wtf were you thinking. or “pains a stupid thing isnt it?” u never know unless you try. but keeping it inside keeps everyone from knowing. maybe thats what you want. and if you kill yourself i think they would feel heart broken. u would die and they would never know why. they will feel like its partly their fault because they werent able to help.