Sometimes all I can do
is share just the tip of the iceberg
of what makes me depressed.
It’s usually som superficial reason,
But I can’t find the words to share
about the tons of heavy ice
beneath the surface
that actually make me want to die.
So no one really understands
what the things weighing me down are.
They just see the silly, stupid things
that set me off on a plunge
and think I’m not worthy of help
because why would sleeping in
be enough reason to kill yourself?
Nobody cares about that.
So no one hears about all the things that came after
like the dreams
or the self-destructive thoughts
or bringing my worth down.
Or feeling like a failure.
Because why would anyone
understand that all these things
are just a result of sleeping late.