Depression

There are people who say that depression is not real,

that it's something you can control, just a way you feel

But those with depression know the truth,

you cant change the pain, despite what you do.

yes, the accusations are very untrue.

 

We can't change the pain, the despear we feel,

though people doubt our pain to be real. 

Our hearts, broken without knowing why,

the subtle of actions are our desperate cries.

 

those I've told about the pain I feel,

seem to need proof, because it can't be real. 

So I took the blade to my skin,

to show the pain that lies within.

 

"is it for attention?" They say to us,

when we show them the hurt because we trust,

but is it for attention, if I tell just a few?

about the pain nobody knew? 

Is it for attention if I hide what I feel

because nobody believes that it is real? 

 

I do not need to validate myself. 

Or my mental health. 

If you break your promise when I trusted you, 

and tell everyone about the cutting I do, 

the one looking for attention is 

You.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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