Let me in,
I know I did wrong but,
Would you have been able to take it,
If you were me.
Did you feel my pain and hurt?
Do you know how hard it was for me?
All the trauma and,
The disorders.
They called me crazy,
A lunatic.
I hated losing my mind when I was angry.
I hated feeling sad for no reason.
I didn't like crying at night.
My depression,
No one cared about it.
They laughed at me.
And there he stood,
No words.
He could have saved me but,
He chose to turn his back on me.
He was too tired to listen to me.
He was not in the mood,
The night I died,
He was unavailable.
Have you ever felt this type of hurt?
How can you judge me when you don't know how I feel.

© Mine Vitan