How Many Times?

 

Why do I sit alone up here and cry?

While others are absorbed in their own lives

Obsessing over tiny, insignificant problems

How many nights have they spent sleepless

Thinking about how they’d kill themselves?

How many times have they wanted to speak up

To share their sorrows with someone who cares

Yet bitten off the words, to scared to tell?

 

Why must I suffer in silence?

While those around me are screaming

And comforting their screaming loved ones

How many letters have they struggled to write

And never sent because they’re afraid of the black and white words?

How many tears have they cried alone

Sobbed into a pillow because they’ve no shoulder to cry on?

They only cry when its for show

 

Why can’t I get help to cope?

While others sicken and heal

I stay balanced in this unhappy state

How many bridges have they wanted to jump off

Stood there deliberating for too many long minutes?

How many friends have they lost

Because they sunk into a sad silence

And could never get free?