No One Understands

February 13, 2016

Depression

 

No one understands,

I just don’t want them to.

They tell me I have options,

But those will never do.

 

If life was simply talking,

I’d probably be fixed.

But talking is an option,

I want nothing to do with.

 

You see, talking doesn’t fix,

Nor repair my weary soul.

What I prefer is silence,

But that won’t make me whole.

 

No one understands.

I feel as if I’m stuck.

And when I express myself,

It comes out as awful muck.

 

They’d think I was pathetic,

Or that I was a monster.

My isolation makes me lonely,

But it preserves my honor.

 

These options that they offer,

Can’t really set me free.

For we are merely fodder,

This, I plainly see.

 

I could never tell them,

I’m ashamed of my dreams.

My anger, it controls me,

My rage, to it, I cling.

 

And so, I simply sit,

With my head in my hands.

I’m a veteran without options,

‘Cause no one understands.

 


 

This was written for the average of 22 Veterans that commit suicide everyday. Suicide can be prevented. Please join me in preventing it.

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3 Comments

  • Reply Victoria Lorne February 27, 2016 at 3:48 am

    Love it

  • Reply Tim Eastman March 2, 2017 at 2:57 pm

    Such a great read. I get it.

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