Talk about it

Fake smiles and fake laughs stop you from asking questions.
Haven't you noticed yet and learned a lesson?
The depression makes me want to talk and express what I'm feeling.
The anxiety makes me shut down and forget the healing.
Why ask for help if it will never come?
How do I talk about this when I feel so numb?
How can I reach out when I don't know where to start?
Talking about myself seems to be the hardest part.
For when I talk about the truth and about the pain I break even more.
So what is the point of talking for?
To allow people to judge me for what goes on in my head?
Or to look at me with a sad face when I say I wish I was dead?

Talk about it- Jaelen Johnston 7-24-18

This poem is about: 
Me

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