Putting words together Forming inside my head Ready to be said,
The real question is,
Will they be heard?
When I speak, will they be slurred?
What is my worth? Do I deserve to walk this earth?
Should I say,
All the words I want to say,
Or do I preserve, What is left of my self-worth? The hell with it!
I must address and express,
Depression holds me in darkness. Anxiety tells me,
The darkness will keep me safe. Racing thoughts, put words in my head, Spinning them,
Telling me I should be dead.
I am nothing. I am worthless. I am empty. I am darkness. I am ugly.
I can’t get it right.
These are the words inside my head.
If I put them on paper, Release them, set them free,
I’ll have a moment where I can breathe. You may not understand the words I say, But that’s okay, because this here, These words I write, are my way to say,
I made it,
One more day.
One more fight.
You may not see the struggle inside. It’s here. It’s real. I do not lie.
I confess this isn’t easy,
This is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds them of their certain situation. 😔
Who hide their fears, pain, hurt and tears under their smiles and laughs on a daily basis. The girls who wear their gears in their sleeves. 😔
The girls who pray things will work out just one time and they’ll be satisfied. The girls scream and cry in their pillows because the rest of the world fails to listen. 😔
The girls who have it hard but don’t let anyone know that. 😔
The girls who have so many secrets but will never tell. The girls who don’t always win. The girls stay up wondering if the one boy will ever notice. The girls who take life as it comes. The girls who will love all the hearts but will always get broken. 😔
This is for all the real girls.😔