There is beauty
Yet then we cloud it
We blur it
We let others believe they’re ugly
We don’t help those
Whose brain is working against them
We tell them it’s a choice.
Then we deal with our own monsters
It is a choice
That we don’t need help
That we can defeat the monsters
On our own.
We tell them it’s a choice
Because we are telling ourselves
The same thing.
Our anxiety is because we didn’t prepare.
Our depression is just today.
Are because we have a good memory.
Are because society is pressuring us.
And that’s true
There is something else at play
Maybe we should ask for help
Tell others to ask for help
Because we aren’t that different
We didn’t make the choice
To feel like this.
And yeah it’s not entirely up to us
To ask for help
Yet that one day
When you’re feeling a little better
Because one voice
Sparks millions of fires
Bring millions into the light
To realize that they aren’t alone.
If you’re in the public eye.
Or you’re just sitting in a corner.
Maybe that one day
You feel a little better
Because life is not meant to end
At our own hands.
It might feel like it is
But I can promise you it isn’t.