Poem written Feb. 16, 2021
I don't know
I really don't know
What do I say when people ask how I am?
What do I do when I'm growing numb or breaking down?
How do I explain that I don't want their "help"
I don't want them to explain that they're "not a professional"
And "can only help a bit"
"You have to remember that I'm just a friend"
"I can't tell you what to do"
That's what it is
I wish I could just say it
I wish you would just listen when I try
I don't want your "help"
Not in the way you think
That's not why I come to you when I'm cracking
I don't want a professional
I don't want someone to analyze and nitpick my self
I just want you to hold me
I want you to just be there
To be here
No reassurances, no claims that it'll get better
No questions or interrogation
No disappointment or scorn
I don't want words
I don't want you to "do" anything
I just need you to hold me
To stay by my side while I work myself out
I don't know how to explain
If you can't understand this, I'm lost
I can't talk about it in public
It's hard enough to talk about normal stuff
Secluded and with friends
I try hinting at it
At what I'm going through
But they don't understand
How can they?
Even I don't know what's wrong with me
About the Creator
Lover of nature, friend of the stars, weaver of legends.
Storyteller and photographer, I aim to give voice to the voiceless and share the beauty of creation.
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