i dread the day

i dread the day you learn for the first time that you can't just love all the darkness in me away and no matter how much you care i will still toss and turn at night and scars might still appear on my skin i dread the day you realize that you can't cure me and sometimes all you can do is stand next to me and hold my hand through fog pouring out of my ears so black and thick we can't even see each other's faces i dread the days i can't get out of bed the days you want to take me out and all i can manage is a prettified shell of myself i dread the day you learn that sometimes no matter how hard i try i still can't pull myself together the day you learn that there isn't an answer you can give that will save me from my fears you aren't the first person who has tried to love the darkness inside away my family and friends have given it their all but someday you too will learn that if love could cure mental illness the world would be a much better place

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