Why is it when I write about depression or anxiety people enjoy reading my pain.
Why is it when I write about a real life problem in the world, people seem to not care at all.
You supported me in my heartbreak, when I felt crazy inside.
But not when there's an actual issue to be changed.
I hope the world can be changed.
To see the path we are on.
The hate that we ignore.
Life is real.
Be real with me.
YOU ARE READING
Poemz
PoetryWorking in mental health and sometimes dealing with my own issues results in beautiful dark poetry, that lives in my soul
