In this world
There are people who have never been allowed to
be themselves.
All through childhood they were expected to fit a mold
or else
They were expected to be perfect
or else
They were not allowed to be angry
or else
They were not allowed to be sad
or else
They were not allowed to feel
or else
Yet
They are adults now
still living with the fear of or else
and most aren't even aware of it
They fawn to be accepted
like a little kid wanting a parents approval
They freeze when scared
just like a little kid would
They fight when cornered
just like a little kid would
They run when overwhelmed
just like a little kid would
They have never had someone to teach them how to handle emotions
They have never had anyone they could trust
They don't know what it's like to be treated as an individual
They don't know how to be an individual
In this age, where people "care" about mental health
no one knows how to actually "care" about mental health
You don't need to do anything special
just let these people be the little kid they were never allowed to be
just let them have their emotions
and help them understand them
let them be angry, frustrated, or sad
and just ask "why".
No need to explain it to them
No need to fix it for them
just ask "why"
or shut up and listen
if it doesn't make sense
then it doesn't make sense
just let them feel it
they need to know its okay to express emotion
like a little kid.
Then when they get it out
let them
If they do something wrong,
let them know
and show them what it is like to be forgiven
or that guilt can haunt them
That guilt can manifest into a monster if the little kid doesn't know how to let it out.
You need to remember these people were denied a childhood
they were never able to grow
Just give them a chance to catch up
before the monster takes over.
**** the monster, not the kid
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 10:40 AM UTC
Depression
You are special
You are the most powerful shield I have
You freeze time until I'm ready
You encase my heart in carbon
You protect me
You protected me from the chaos of my reality
when I was living it
You took the burden of what I could not handle
When I needed it
You supported me
When no one else would
You were my friend
This was six years ago
I have people that love me now
I found my tribe
You doubt my progress
You hold me back
You don't belong here anymore
It's time to move on
It's not you
It's me
I no longer need your help
I no longer need you to protect me
I no longer want your protection
I am ready
I am ready to face my demons
I am ready to feel my pain
I am ready to discover my emotions
I am ready to be sad
I am ready to be mad
I am ready to be happy
Depression
I love you
but we aren't meant to be
This is goodbye
Farewell
Depression
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
I try to speak
I try to express myself
I try to be present
My words are silenced
My expressions are distorted
My mind is trapped
Locked away deep inside
Is me
Somewhere deep down I still exist
but to you
there exist only a shell
A shell to protect a child within
A shell to protect me from toxic love
A shell to protect me from love
A shell to protect me from love
wait...
I need love
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
unoriginal
originality
in this orthogonal
organization
of ostracized optimists.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
The night sky is the darkest black
With only the specks of the tiniest stars
Just barely strong enough to shine,
Overwhelmed by the brightness of society,
Never able to show its true potential and beauty
Except when in solitude,
Far from civilization
Where it can't be muted
It shine with a meaningful brilliance
A brilliance that engulfs the
Landscape below
A brilliance that would mute
Society
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
The world of a lonely child,
Is a world of pain greater than any,
The child may seem happy,
That is only a face,
A masquerade of emotion to only blend in,
As the years fade and he becomes an alien among children
It is too late,
the loneliness that has lurked in the shadows
And blocked by imagination,
Has escaped,
And incased his heart in darkness,
It squeezed and turned,
Harder and harder,
With no escape,
The child suffers,
He may be kind,
He may be diligent,
He may be caring,
But he is marked by his loneliness,
A mark even greater than the scarlet letter,
A mark scarier than death,
No one would want to be his cure,
Because they are afraid of the mark,
Even though they are its weakness,
The child will grow evermore alienated,
Until he is incapable of blending,
And too reserved,
to reach out, anymore,
He is no longer a child,
But a fully grown adult,
Ready to leave and face the world,
Without a single person to call a friend,
Forever marked with loneliness,
He is cursed to be
Alone.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
For those who have suffered
Through fire and snow
From words
From action
To complete nothingness to show
Take pride
Take comfort
For those who cannot see
The true beauty in chaos
Are those who have not suffered
Through fire and snow
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC