Nov 2013
I was so broken
Back then
And the really interesting thing was
I thought I was hiding it
So well
But the truth of the matter
Rested in the fact that
My friends loved me too much
To point out
The cracks in my skin
They waited patiently
For me to heal
On my own
They sat in silence for years
Watching my insides
Rot out
But they never uttered a word
But, unknowingly
I assumed they simply
Did not care
About my mental health
Or my well being
I assumed
They didn't really know me
All that well
I figured
They never asked about
My broken soul
Because they didn't
Care enough
To see it
So tell me
Who put this noose
Around my throat?
Me?
For my silence
Fueled by shame
Or them?
For pretending not to see
How damaged I was?
Sure,
They saved me the embarrassment
Of pointing out my instability.
But I would have much rather
Had them save my life instead.
Back then
And the really interesting thing was
I thought I was hiding it
So well
But the truth of the matter
Rested in the fact that
My friends loved me too much
To point out
The cracks in my skin
They waited patiently
For me to heal
On my own
They sat in silence for years
Watching my insides
Rot out
But they never uttered a word
But, unknowingly
I assumed they simply
Did not care
About my mental health
Or my well being
I assumed
They didn't really know me
All that well
I figured
They never asked about
My broken soul
Because they didn't
Care enough
To see it
So tell me
Who put this noose
Around my throat?
Me?
For my silence
Fueled by shame
Or them?
For pretending not to see
How damaged I was?
Sure,
They saved me the embarrassment
Of pointing out my instability.
But I would have much rather
Had them save my life instead.
Important note: This poem is written from the perspective of one of the many people who take their lives every day. Always remember that there are three sides to every story. Your side, their side, and the truth. If we truly felt free to confide in one another, if we could love our neighbors like our brothers.. Who knows.. How many lives would be saved? Something to think about.. Maybe we need to stop rushing around and tuning out the world. Maybe we need to take the headphones off. Maybe we need to connect to each other. Maybe, maybe.. But what do I know?
