It’s not
just sadness.
Like your hair got wet,
due to the rain.
Or because you got a B,
instead of an A.
It’s not just something,
that you have one moment,
and disappears the other.
It’s there.
For a long time.
If not forever.
It’s not just a feeling,
that you can push aside.
That you can switch off.
That you can bury in the ground,
and never get bothered by,
again.
It’s not just me,
it’s the girl in your class,
and the guy on your bus.
It’s the smiling kid,
and the laughing teacher.
It’s not just anything,
it’s the scars on your body,
and the crying nights.
The lying on the bathroom,
your arms wrapped around yourself,
because you’re afraid you’ll fall apart
in pieces.
It’s not just a problem,
it’s a cause of death.
And every 40 seconds,
a teenager
dies by its own hand
because of
this.
***
Something completely out of my style. I'm not sure if I like it, I just felt like this was a better way of expressing my feelings at the moment.
I hope you're all doing better than I am.
Hang in there.
- Kyran
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PoetryMy name is Kyran Byrne. I am not a poet and I am not trying to be one. I have simply always been better at expressing my feelings through written words, then when trying to speak them out loud. I am coping with a lot of problems and I am not expec...
