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
