It feels like I'm screaming into a void Yet I know you all can hear. I can’t figure out why you don’t respond, Is it anger? Maybe fear?
Or is it apathy towards A fellow human soul. Or maybe you just think That my tragedy has gotten old.
Two years on and I still Feel like ****, Still struggling on my own To deal with it.
Two years and I could still Cry at the drop of a hat. But you just don’t seem ready To deal with that.
I could not make it anymore Obvious if I tried; That I've been falling apart Since my brother died.
You told me to stop Hiding how I feel behind a wall. That if I spoke honestly There would be help from you all.
I no longer even try To hide how I feel When you ask, my answer Of pain Is real.
So, I'll keep talking, And you’ll keep ignoring what I say I'll keep talking And I'll never be okay.
This was written during the anniversary of my brother's death. Sometimes it feels like your calls for help aren't being heard but that doesn't mean you should stop calling. There is always someone there to help even if you think there isn't <3