by gabrielle gayle
Some days everything almost felt better
The voices in her head did not taunt her as much
And she could manage to eat a meal and drink some water
She could shower without needing to turn off all the lights
They were the best
Almost like a single treat
Like candy you get after a long test in elementary school.
Other days, however, getting out of bed was too much,
And she could not find the motivation to do much.
That’s when her friends began to worry.
The shadows overwhelmed her.
They wanted her to get help,
But therapy was more expensive than she could afford
So the shadows consumed her
But as she fought, they only seemed to grab onto her harder
Pulling her deeper into herself.
Now she does not have many friends
Because she never responds or does much than leave her bed
And each day falling deeper.
Therapy meant deciding between help or bills
But ignoring everything until the pain goes away was free
She failed to realize
That pain never truly goes away on its own.
NEW YORK STUDENT MENTAL HEALTH ORGANIZATION
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