To He Who Always Listens, I Think I’m Crumbling
you died without knowing I suffer from depression
you died without knowing I suffer from depression
But we’re often told to wait
we’re taught to live like hunters –
be patient, and quiet, and still
and that is exactly the problem.
On nights when you feel like your mouth
Is filled with scar tissue
when your fists are heavier than your clay heart,
remember the broken that does not
need replacement.
You’re not sure what the bigger picture is.