Don’t Fear My Tears
On the subject of depression
People don't always understand
Depression.
Depression.
The big scary word called
Depression.
They want to shove it under the rug
Into a deep dark corner
Away from unaffected people
so they can remain unaffected.
They claim victim status
Crying over cut arms and thin ribs
They beg Prozac and Lexapro and
Forced stays in Mental Institutions
to grant them asylum
from the so-considered insane people
they deem contagious.
They fear that if I get my tears
too close to your tears
They will seep mercilessly into your heart,
infecting your bloodstream
Attacking your brain
Until you slice your arm open like an
Amazon package to get it out.
They don't realize that I fear my own tears
far more than they do,
That I have sat naked in a bathtub
three lifeless nights in a row
willing myself to get clean because
I don't have the strength to stand.
The strength to hold myself up in a world
that wants only to pull me down.
So don't fear my tears.
Don't fear my cuts.
Don't fear my empty pill bottles.
I have so many better things for you to fear.
About the Creator
Lily Winter
Hello! I am an eighteen year old university student, and avid writer. To learn more about me, check out my instagram-
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