I remember a time where I had felt my emotions were too heavy or even a burden to share.
That If I actually told someone,
Anyone what went on in my head it would be shameful.In that I learned my own emotions became muddled and black.
As my chest grew heavier and creaked,
I began to sink into the abyss of darkness.Self expression, whether it be small or big felt enough to ease this pain I felt.
Throughout the years I have met many others quite like myself in that sense.
Locking away their emotions because they felt it would be too toxic to even express.
Hiding away behind walls they built so high and too strong to break down.
Suffering on their own,
Crying alone,
Feeling alone.Not knowing if they truly had anyone in their corner.
Needless to say,
I have grown from that dark place.Though, I know it's not easy.
Not one bit.I strive to reassure others,
Regardless of our relation,
I am in their corner.Whether it be a shoulder to shed tears upon or a listening ear that actually hears.
Suffering on your own,
It's quite lonesome.As it eats away at your mind,
Your thoughts become diluted.I hope, I even pray that one day you can be free from this hurt and sadness.
You can truly be happy,
You can make people laugh as you once did.I wish from the bottom of my heart you can smile genuinely Eli.
(A poem for my good friend Eli.)
Em.

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