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sit down and listen

When I tell you that I am depressed,

It does not mean that I am screaming out for help,

Begging for your sympathy, yearning for your empathy,

I do not wish to be showered with your love and your charity,

Nor be shown help with the least bit of sincerity,

Nor do I wish to be given your trashy hospitality.

But just

Sit down and listen.

I will tell you that I have butterflies growing inside me,

Popping out of cocoons, uneasy with insecurity.

I will tell you that within me is a party,

Population? None. Trashed memories? Just plenty!

I will tell you that I am insane,

That I am a mess with nothing to gain,

And I will tell you that I've lost all my hope,

All I see for myself is kicked bucket and rope.

And I...

I feel like life is slipping out of my fingertips.

So, just

Sit down and listen.

Do not ridicule me when I tell you I'm lost,

Do not claim it's a flu when I'm flustered and cross,

And when even grilled cheeses taste boring instead,

Please do not tell me it's all part of my head.

Do not shout, scream, ignore!

Do not lie, hate, uproar!

No, I do not need more.

Those pills make me sore!

I...

I'm feeling just fine, to be honest.

Just please

Sit down and listen.

Because if, one day, I do not have the power,

To rise up and stand and stare at the flowers,

And misery and hatred have climbed up the peak,

And my heart beats so faint, my knees fall down weak,

I will try to remember all those who cared,

Those who used up their time, know the pain that I've shared,

And I will remembers those ears,

Witnesses to stories of deceit and my fears.

And I...

I will eventually pick myself up once again.

So, please just

Sit down and listen.

Because even a minute matters than none.