These lines are for those who carry the burden of sadness and depression; who may not articulate their need for compassion in a world that expects us to be perpetually bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Help me if you can
To feel better, just once
To cry, yet not drown
In the darkened pools
Of forever spouting tears
Fermenting in the
Spoils of a bleeding heart
Tell me how to slip away
From the slimy burden
Of misery-laden thoughts;
Show me how to let go
Of the shame, and proclaim
I am human; I hurt, too!
Blue Pen Strokes 