Be strong, feeble whispers echoing through a mind while running deep into the soul as the body quivers with despair. The courage and strength in holding back the warm yet painful streams of what many take as a relief, often not bound in you. As they, in glances to hands that would shiver miserably, in attempts to wipe away the silent cry.
In resonation, a loneliness echoing in grasps for breath as trials of blocking off the weeping, all in vain. The thought of others perceiving you in such a state, in push towards self torment that would go on to threaten life in the long run.
Is it worth it?
A question that rings through the mind. In turn, swirling up a query that many could relate to..
Am I, worth it?
Self esteem, two words that flow easily off our lips yet strong enough in numbness leading to the reticent condition that throws us back to the very same tears we’re afraid of. Blame, always propelled towards us, in a mirage of weakness.
However, real strength, often roots deep in the silent depression, with no barriers of support. In truth, we never know what’s going on in someone’s life, but find ourselves rushing to attack them with words that strike deep and bring about more harm, for we never ponder over the fact that physical pain is much sweeter than an emotional encounter.
Laughs launched at you, resonating deep down as the mocking sights surround and blind you from the inner beauty you possess. Thus, a driving force of many youth shuttered in self worth. Time, of little essence to them as they fall to a daily routine that exposes the emptiness felt overwhelming.
“They don’t understand me..”
“No one gets me..”
The veracity of the matter, no one will comprehend what truly flows in you with depth, but will this pull you down to the very ground that fails to lift you up if you don’t put up a fight?
Self love, the cure to self hate. A theory silent to multitudes of our young generation falling to distractions of death. Drug abuse, the easier path to curb a reflection they see. A reflection, the society silently fuels. Reflections of a refractive portrayal of our mental health.
Am I worthy?
In tears shunned, yet, completely human. In pangs of depression, normal to feel. In lows that deserve love and warmth. For worth, is a consistent path of life that we all walk. So as the tears fall, to a heavy chest in breath, choose not to fall with them, but use the weight of the situation to impel you to the evolution of the perfection you bury inside.
~Alby.
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