…shhh
…no one talks about how hard it is to live-
how there’s this little voice within cheering you on, when the world feels silent-
no one talks about how excruciatingly difficult it is raising a little person while your engulfed in the worst state of depression-
worried they’ll catch it like a cold or cruel virus-
no one talks about how easy some women make it look being a woman-
how their femininity just flows against them like an addicted source of air-
I wish i could find mine-
no one talks about the unfair wonderings if God has this particular vendetta against you-
how do i find the sun the happy ones have found- how do i dance in the rain when it’s become a reminder of sadness-
and no one talks about the pulsing thoughts of suicide- why does it taunt me daily- shhh.
i crave love desperately, but how can i trust in anothers love for me, when ive yet to love myself-
tho one of my greatest fears is dying alone-
i just want to feel free-
please father,
show me how.
kb