Tell me about the time you didn't want to wake up in the morning,
or you didn't like your hair.
Tell me about how much you hate your body,
But you wish so badly you didn't care.
Tell me about the time you hated your laugh,
and how much you forced a smile.
Tell me about how you haven't loved yourself,
in such a long while.
Tell me how you try,
so fucking hard everyday.
Tell me no matter how hard you try,
it never takes the pain away.
Tell me how you drank some vodka,
and swallowed a shit load of pills.
Tell me how you wanted to die,
because you didn't have the will.
Tell me how your family never did understand,
and how you cried yourself to sleep every night.
Tell me how your friends tried to help,
but what they said was never right.
I'll tell you a little story,
Of how you're not alone.
Look in the eyes of people you pass,
I promise you, they know.
YOU ARE READING
Tell Me.
Poetrythis is just thoughts that travelled down my cheeks over the years and ended on paper during a realisation of how far I have come. I am no longer this person and wrote this a long time ago when inspired by Mental Health Awareness Week.
