Can you hear the cry?

I need to see my pain
I need to
I need to
Cry for help?
how
I just want it to go
away
disappear
be different.
If only
If only
If only I were stronger
Smarter
Kinder
Less selfish
Less worried
Less
Me.

If I could change.
I’m the problem
It’s me
But how to show it

Ouch.

Now I know
The temporary solution is all I have
To know the pain I have is real
To push the chaos in me
OUT
But what am I doing
What
What
What have I become
How could this be me?

But I know it’s not.
This isn’t really who I am
Or what I want

I just want to be better
To be happy
And healthy
To be the little girl with pigtails
Eating candy and spinning
Spinning
Spinning
Loving the spin, not fearing the turns of life
I know I want to live

But how?

I am crying
Crying for help
inside
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?

I don’t know how to show you
Or tell you myself
But I need
I need
I need you to see it,
see me
There’s beauty
inside
Will you help?
Help me find it?

Ouch.

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Comments

savigirl14

Wow

SONshine2

I wrote this after an experience helping a friend who struggles with anxiety and depression and who turned to cutting. When she started talking about suicide, we had no other choice but to call the police and get her help. I think there is a lot of hurting that goes on inside people that we often can't see. Whether the person becomes a master at feigning his or her feelings, or whether we just simply don't want to believe that the person who seems so happy could be so sad inside, I think that we need to have courage to look closely, to ask others how they are doing, and to do what is necessary to get help for friends who may not be in a place in their lives to help themselves. 

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