"Just try to be more positive"
"Start a routine"
"Make goals"
"Go to your happy place"
Yeah... I mean if only it were that easy
I'm not sure a happy place exists in my mind
Though I do cherish the not-so-shitty moments
& I know you mean well
But we just simply aren't the same
This isn't a phase
Or some temporary emotion
Our brains are not on matching wave lengths
See me & crazy are in it for the long hall
Mental illness is the same as a life sentence
& I could try to fight it
Hell I've tried
I could try to play normal
But god dammit I've tried
The only way I can describe it
Is as if you had a huge rubber band
Wrapped around your waist
Trapping you in a dark place
& you can pull away only so far
Before it sling shots you right back
But I can't say all this to you can I?
You couldn't possibly begin to understand
So instead I say:
"Thank you, I'll try that..."
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