Cry

Waterfalls.

A sunset.

Beautiful things,

Rainbows even.

What about tears?

No?

i didn't think so.

Crying alone,

And suffering alone,

Can be two,

Of the worst things.

To see,

And to even deal with.

So here is,

A question for you.

When you see the suffering,

And the crying.

Of not one,

But two of,

Your loved ones.

What do you do?

Do you console,

Or do you let them weep?

Which one?

Can you hear me,

I am speaking,

To you.

Wanna know,

What i would do?

I would sit there,

Talk to them,

And most of all,

Listen.

Can't you tell,

What this is?

It's a cry.

Not just weepy cry,

But a cry for help.

So again,

What would you do?

What would you say,

If i told you,

That person was me?

Would you care enough?

Enough to help me,

Enough to console me,

Or would you let me suffer?

What if i told you,

This whole time,

It was me.

The one suffering,

The one shedding a tear or two.

Would you care then?

Or again,

Just watch me suffer.

I would rather suffer,

In silence.

Then have fake love,

Fake care,

Fake everything.

You don't hear me,

I cry in silence.

So i might as well,

Just suffer in silence.

What?

It's okay,

I know.

You don't have to.

Don't pity me,

I'll be OK.

Maybe one day,

I'll see a beautiful shine,

Even a pretty rainbow.

But for now,

I'll just cry,

And drown in my sorrows.

Hey Hey Hey you guys and gals, so yesterday i skipped a day to write, hopefully you can forgive me lol sorry i took a day ha ha i was just so tired from work. i'm sure you'll do fine. here i am today! :)

So this poem here, i am sure i have voiced many times in previous poems that i so suffer myself from depression, along anxiety and the worst is PTSD(post traumatic stress disorder). i have been through many things in life. my past haunts me a lot because just about anything can trigger that memory.

i know that most if not all of my friends and family do care about me, some don't know the things i have had to deal with. i tend to not tell anyone because it is really hard to trust people. because most think its okay to make a joke out of something. when really it takes me back to a dark place.

So when i say in the poem i don't want the fake people to care i mean in, i don't want the pity just because now you feel bad. my mind is so screwy sometimes. when i'm quiet around the ones i care about i get asked "are you good" "are you ok?" i end up just getting up and leaving to a different room so i don't have to talk about what is wrong. because most of the time i really don't even know what is wrong. one little thought can put me in a mood that i might not come out of for days.

So i will say this here, excuse me on my days where i am moody, bitchy, sad, or even just angry in general. it isn't any of you. it is not your fault. i am just trapped in my own head. i love you all. well the real people that know the real me.

The ones that don't judge me.

Thank you.

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