Dear World
Dear World,
I look down at my shoes.
My heart races, my palms sweat.
I am terrified and I don’t even know why.
I scan through my mind, trying to find a reason.
Aha. Maybe that’s it.
I cannot get that thought out of my head.
It’s not even true but it consumes me. I’m my own worst enemy.
Classes pass, friends talk, nothing gets through.
I blink back tears for hours.
I am not here today.
But I am.
I should be.
That’s what everyone seems to think.
I try to keep it all inside.
They don’t know how much it hurts.
Just a simple question, observation, remark could tear me apart.
And they have no idea.
It’s not like I can tell them, they have no idea, they just won’t understand.
They all think I’m distant, unfriendly, lazy.
This is awful.
I’m not alone. Knowing that helped.
How come if there’s so many of us, it seems like we’re invisible?
Families know, close friends know, and their support is like a precious jewel.
But what about the lonely?
Who can help?
You can.
But will you?
Or will you just turn away, not wanting to be involved.
Not wanting to say the wrong thing.
Not wanting the burden.
But really, kindness isn’t that hard.
A welcome smile only takes a second.
Let them know that they matter.
I found help.
I got back on my feet.
With lots and lots of help.
And what worked best?
Positivity.
Friendship.
Love.
And a whole lot of courage.
But I could have never done it alone.
Love, Me
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