selfish
that’s what they call our generation
they say that phones and computers are taking away our ability to love
our ability to care
and maybe that’s true
because 20 years ago if i said i needed help
i would say it and not tweet it
hoping someone would read it
i would look you straight in the face and say
help me
and you would unless
you didn’t believe me
but this poem isn’t about me
this is about every kid who has called out for help
only to be told they just crave attention
that the cuts on their arms are
selfish
the kids who feel like no one is listening
to the point where they need ropes around their
necks to silence themselves just a little bit more
and then call them
selfish
for trying to escape a world that didn’t care
but did anyone ever stop to think that we were the selfish ones?
earlier i said that this poem wasn’t about me
but now it is
because this is my apology to you
because for some reason i read those scars
as attention seeking and romanticized
i thought that there were no real warning signs
because nowadays it seems cool to cut
self harm is a joke and there’s no real validity
i’m sorry i didn’t tell someone
i’m sorry for the people that i didn’t even notice
i’m sorry for being so
selfish.