I hate asking for help, i hate being a bother
But thats what happens when you can't talk to a mother and father
For all those who say "Im so sad or im so depressed"
You ave no idea what it's like when you hold a knife to your chest
You're sad for a day maybe just a hour
I'm sad 24/7 sitting in a dark room without power
You don't know what its like to be truly sad
To go to sleep at night thinking "today wasn't that bad"
Try waking up daily wearing a fake smile
Then you can talk to me about being "sad" for a while
Don't try to compare your life to mine
Because while I'm here fighting you're doing perfectly fine
There is sadness then there is depression
I hope this poem teaches you all a lesson.
Jaelen Johnston 1-11-16