“Where are the happy poems?”
Was the question I was asked
And you know...
I search my mind thinking...
‘Have i ever met a “happy” poet?’
Ive only ever met
the ones that made you feel
The ones that go through trauma
The ones that keep it real
I really wanted to say...
“Sorry, I can only write
That of which I can relate”
But as per usual
I gave a generic answer
That the world has taught me to do
In the past
“It’s coming soon”
With a smile emoji contradicting
My very attitude
And as I sit back
And analyze the human race
I realize we are the only species
That need a PhD
In the debate
Of listening...
We have to be clinically diagnosed
In order to be heard
We have to prescribe a pill
So the lonely
Can conform to this world
Your depression is only accepted
When you have a verified check
“Suffer in silence”
Are the words
That continue
To **** me softly
Just like
“Take it how you want to I don’t care”
“Everyone has their own lives”
“I’m too busy”
I’m busy
I’m busy
I’m busy
“Korina you’re ******* clingy”
Not knowing that My “clingy”
Was clinging for dear life
Climbing from darkness
In desperate need to find the light ....
“Suffer in silence”
Were the words
I heard from my peers
friends and family
Who spoke before they listened
Who were too busy to loan an ear
“Suffer in silence”
When ignorance blocked their vision
I had to learn to understand them
Before they could ever understand me
Before I could ever understand me!
“Suffer in silence”
Was what suicide spoke
Russian roulette with Tylenol
And spin the the bottle with patron
“Suffer in silence”
When I asked for support
In goals that I seek
To create my own foundation,
Just to get left on “seen”
“Suffer in silence”
As I put out
My most dangerous thoughts
Demons stampeding through my brain
Fasting as I fought
“Suffer in silence”
Scrolling past “seek help” signs
And Call some
“speak to a stranger” hotline
“Suffer in silence”
As I gave my life to God  God... GOD
Thank GOD
I Don’t know why I’m here
But this sad lost poet
Was built from a girl who refused to share
My life with the devil
Refused that trip to hell
Refused to leave my baby girl
With abandoned tears
Suffer in silence ....
As many of you read these words and think
You’ve read liked and commented
And has no idea
That I was suffering
Till this very year...
Or maybe you knew...
And just didn’t care