I know you are sad, and I know you despair,
I know it can feel as though nobody cares,
That nobody listens to what you will say,
But do keep on speaking, go on anyway.
Speak with your heart, wear it plain on each sleeve,
Speak of your pain and the reason you grieve.
Pour out your hurt and the ache that you hide,
Pour out the tears that you’ve left still uncried.
It’s hard to explain all the thoughts in your head,
The reasons and feelings you wish you were dead.
You’re confused and alone, so what can you do?
Please heed this one thing that I’m asking of you.
Write of the sorrows and ghosts from your past,
Write down the questions that you’ve left unasked.
Tell of the scars too innumerable to add,
Tell of the bumps and the knocks that you’ve had.
Not everyone listens or can understand,
Not everyone carries the strength to withstand
The power behind a dam ready to flood,
But truths should be claimed without spilling of blood.