How are you?
Are you feeling better now?
Cause I get it now.
I remember the darkening of your eyes when it would take over.
I remember the way it came out through your words.
Your words sometimes stung. Are they soothing now?
Did you recover?
I’m undergoing it now and being on this end is scary.
It was scary being on the receiving end too, but I didn’t live it the way you did.
Do you remember when you thought you were alone and unloved – but I was there.
I get it now.
I remember your suicidal nights – too many to count.
I was frozen, isolated, far away from you, I couldn’t reach you.
I think that’s how those around me feel now.
I get it.
Did you think that no one was every going to save you from your head?
I’ve been feeling like that recently – mornings are easier.
The light scares off the demons in my head.
I remember thinking that I needed to be your saviour, but that’s not how it works.
I get it.
To overcome battles, you need to work through them yourself.
I get it.
To realise your own strength, you need to be tested.
I get it.
To be your best self you need to work it out on your own.
I get it.
They all love you and your old self is still beneath the surface, only they see it.
I get it.
It happens in stages, sometimes it pisses off and then it comes back with vengeance and losing one self is easy.
I have it now.
I have it a little less severe – but its there.
It hurts because I feel isolated from the world.
Social media is my saviour and so is myself.
I know that I have the support – I see it.
I trust in those around me to help me.
One thing I learnt from you was don’t give up.
I think back, and I know there were many times you tried to end it – but you kept going.
I’ll always think of you as brave.
I hope you don’t still feel that way.
Cause I get it now.
Are you feeling better now?
Cause I get it now.
I remember the darkening of your eyes when it would take over.
I remember the way it came out through your words.
Your words sometimes stung. Are they soothing now?
Did you recover?
I’m undergoing it now and being on this end is scary.
It was scary being on the receiving end too, but I didn’t live it the way you did.
Do you remember when you thought you were alone and unloved – but I was there.
I get it now.
I remember your suicidal nights – too many to count.
I was frozen, isolated, far away from you, I couldn’t reach you.
I think that’s how those around me feel now.
I get it.
Did you think that no one was every going to save you from your head?
I’ve been feeling like that recently – mornings are easier.
The light scares off the demons in my head.
I remember thinking that I needed to be your saviour, but that’s not how it works.
I get it.
To overcome battles, you need to work through them yourself.
I get it.
To realise your own strength, you need to be tested.
I get it.
To be your best self you need to work it out on your own.
I get it.
They all love you and your old self is still beneath the surface, only they see it.
I get it.
It happens in stages, sometimes it pisses off and then it comes back with vengeance and losing one self is easy.
I have it now.
I have it a little less severe – but its there.
It hurts because I feel isolated from the world.
Social media is my saviour and so is myself.
I know that I have the support – I see it.
I trust in those around me to help me.
One thing I learnt from you was don’t give up.
I think back, and I know there were many times you tried to end it – but you kept going.
I’ll always think of you as brave.
I hope you don’t still feel that way.
Cause I get it now.