When all the others are rising up
One can be seen falling into the ground
Disappearing into the darkness
Sinking to the lowest of lows
She sits alone
And thinks of the pain
The suffering
The grief
The tumult
She's tired and bored
Never hungry, but she has to eat
She wants to be heard,
But her voice is gone
She wants to have a parent who will listen
Instead of saying she's just stressed
She's terrified.
Her friends are worried
And she keeps waiting
Listening to the clock tick down
To her ultimate destruction
And preparing for the impact
Of the crippling depression
Listen to me.
ReplyDeletePlease do.
You, my friend, are amazing.
You, my sister, are strong.
Not perfect.
And you have a whole hell of a lot going on.
But you CAN get through this.
You WILL get through this.
I'm so sorry about your mom, talk to your mentor about it... please.
And we'll do this together.
You CAN do it, I can help.