Society has this stigma
That tells us to be quiet
We are confined to our own minds
and inside them we will riot
We will tear down the walls
till we fall to our knees,
and hope that somebody
will answer our pleas.
If we speak they call us liars,
if we act they seem surprised,
if we think and think and think again
our mind is paralysed.
We are locked inside a nightmare
with a monster called Despair.
No hope of finding peace of mind
Or somebody who cares.
Or someone who will listen,
like the pillow hears our cries.
Like the bed carries our burden
as our minds destabilize.
We are not what we believe
but we need a helping hand
we just need a friend to comfort
and a friend to understand.
We can tell them with our words
if they would only stop to hear
if society stopped silencing
perhaps we would not fear
speaking out when we are broken
giving voices to the weak
as we find the strength to be the ones
to fight for what we seek.
This may be our mental burden
but we must know we’re not alone
there are those who wish to help us
those who’ve fought it and have grown
We come face to face with demons,
all those who undermine us
but together we’re united,
we will not let them define us.
I was inspired to write this after reading the awful responses to an online personality opening up about his struggle with depression. People told him he was seeking attention and it hurt to think that this is the treatment that anyone gets when they speak up about something like this.