This poem is dedicated to mental health awareness and care
It keeps asking me
Am I good enough?
Am I good for love?
They don’t understand it
I mean others
They don’t understand so they ask
How can you be depressed?
I don’t know too but
I know how I feel
It grips in my chest then constricts in my mind
It keeps me long awake at night
Counting my losses, grasping for the fine threads of my success
How do you understand it?
How do I explain it?
My mind is unwell
So I take the bottle of pill
Cause with the darkness, there are no voices in my head