Talk about it
7 steps forward, 8 steps back.
Of motivation, do I considerably lack.
How much longer, I ask myself, can I cope?
I long for, my heart to be filled, filled up with hope.
How much more of this hurt can I bare?
People around me exclaiming this isn't fair.
Some people encourage me, telling me I'm smashing it.
I don't know anymore, how much of this smile is faking it.
I've got through, just about, every bad day so far.
Wish I could bottle up my fight and keep it in a jar.
The monster up inside of my head
Wishes for nothing more than for me to be dead.
But I've got to fight,
Right?
I've got to keep this life going.
Even if it takes up my everything.
Even when I'm exhausted and tired.
I know deep down, keep going I should.
It seems so very, very dark.
As on my leg the razor does mark.
It hurst, I feel the pain.
But nobody stops going, even after the day of rain.
I must look for the good,
That is something I should.
People send me love and prayer
And I remind myself of this in the midst of this nightmare.
It's okay not to be okay
The world around me does say.
Talk about it.
Even when the voices chat shit.
When the system let's you down.
Chews you up, spits you out and leaves you with a frown.
Talk about it.
When the mould doesn't fit.
Talk about it.
Ask a friend to come by and sit.
Talk about it.
The world does say
And talk about it you may.
Phone a friend, a brother, a sister, a daughter, a son.
Away from it do not run.
Talk about it.
Or the ladder may never find its way into your pit.
Call the number, the helpline.
They'll reach out, hopefully give you a lifeline.
And onto that you must cling.
Night and morning, even as the birds sing.
Hold on tight.
Find your fight.
Talk about it.
Please, talk about it.
