No explanation

You always hear the words,

It will get better.

And you nod your head,

while thinking no, it won't.

You wake up in the morning,

into the cold and the dark.

And you shake your head,

and pull the cover over you.

You go out and see friends,

you laugh and you smile.

See, I told you it'd get better!

You go home, and you shake your head,

while thinking no, it just looks like it's better.

You wake up in the morning,

and you can breathe.

You decide to fight,

you decide that they will be right.

One day, without really knowing how,

or why, or when.

You look out the window,

and you realise that yes,

it did get better.

Stamp on the fore head

Have you ever been sitting in a public space looking at other people wondering if anyone of them are battling a depression?
If they sit there with their coffee laughing with their friends,
while feeling like the world is falling apart on the inside?
If they sit there with their sophisticated book,
not really reading the words because the darkness is too heavy?

I never feel more alone than in those moments.
When I sit there, surrounded by people,
but feeling as if everything around me is crashing head first into the ground.
I wish it showed on people,
like a stamp on the fore head.
Just so I knew,
I wouldn't come up and speak to you,
I promise, I wouldn't.
It's not like I would want everyone to know my insides either.
But sometimes it would just be nice to know that the words people always tells me are actually true.
You are not alone.

Dealing with it

She decided to open her eyes and look out the window,
instead of just always looking inward.
She decided to take deep breaths,
instead of just gasping for air like a sinking dog.
She decided to let her shoulders drop,
instead of suffer through extreme tension.
She decided to deal with everything,
instead of pretending that everything was fine.

It lasted five whole minutes.
And then she fell back onto the bed.
Drained.
Exhausted.
Empty.

It's tiresome to get to grips with yourself.

Never assume

Do you see the boy sitting laughing with his friends in the library?
Big blue eyes, and a big, goofy smile.
He couldn't look happier.
But do you really know?

Look at the girl running around the lake.
She's not even panting, taking light steps.
She must be so proud.
But do you really know?

There's a quiet girl in my class.
She's smart, plenty of friends. Just not the kind of person who talks in class.
She's so normal, happy.
But do you really know?

It's always the ones you dont expect.
They're the ones who suffer the most.
Who cry themselves to sleep.
Who have to force themselves to get out of bed in the morning.
Never assume.
Because it hurts when people don't see.
Even though they don't want you to see.