Others have it worse


Others have it worse

I can get so sorrowful... that secrets of my spilled tears splatter on the shower stone-like floors.
But I’m okay since others have it worse.
She has anxiety so horrible it claws at her heart and paralyzes her body. It get so bad that she is afraid of going to school.
But She’s okay since others have it worse.

I dreamt of myself taking those pills on my mothers shelves and hid my almost suicide notes under my dresser.
But I was okay because others had it worse.
She grabbed the razor and used it to cut the sadness away in droplets and streams of blood.
But she is okay because others have it worse.

I cry myself to sleep and whisper away those CURSES that cut me up.
But I’m okay since others have it worse.
She took her drug just to smile since the ABUSE grew so bad.
But she is okay because others have it worse.

I sat on my floor SCREAMING about how I’m nothing like HIM. Listening to demons that whisper in my ear.
But I guess I’m okay because others have it worse.
She grabbed the gun….. and it went BOOM…..BRAINS splattered by her father's gun!
But before that she guessed she was okay because others had it worse.

People shoving our issues back down our throats.
Like our demons aren’t already slowly killing us.
The whispers of death and depression creep in our ears into our souls.
And the blood of children paint the floor. The last of a mother's air spill into her child’s living corpse.

Hospital rooms smelling of the overdose of pills that slipped out teenage throats.
Bathtubs washing the decomposing body with tears and blood.
The dirt covered coffin contained children who were told others have it worse.
The noose that a mother must take down from her loved ones room.
Emotional breaking of families. Emotional breaking of people.

So don’t say others have it worse.
Because they grew courage to say there weakness to you.
Don’t shut them down with others have it worse.
Because struggle is a struggle.
What is small to you is life changing to them.
So help when you can.
Whatever is going on. It is not as important than a life.
So pass it on.

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