Why do you
Stand on the side lines
Of a life that is not yours
Peering in with the world’s interest?
When did my life
Become a reality show
Where you feel free
To analyse and form judgment?
Is it an entertaining
Soap opera that you
Must catch on the daily
To see the suffering
Of someone that is not yours?
When I am deprived of sleep
Throughout the night time hours
With nothing but the screaming thoughts
And when the dawn finally comes
Still with no rest
But I do not have the energy to lift my head,
Will you be there to tell me I am weak?
Do you know how that feels?
Let me try and explain
In terms you may understand.
It’s like being dragged by your feet
To the bottom of the lake.
No matter how hard you try
You cannot break free.
Your chest becomes so tight you struggle to breathe.
You are trapped
Completely in your own body and mind.
Is that descriptive enough for you?
Do you feel better to know my sufferings more?
Unless you wish to see
All of my sufferings
And hold them tight to your chest
The way I do
Because I have nothing to show you.
I don’t want your sympathy,
I don’t want your ear,
I don’t want your understanding
I simply want you to take your eyes off my life,
I want you to keep your judgement
I have no time or space for it…