The storm

Awaking to see that
The storm clouds
You thought were
Gone
Are back

As if overnight
A slight drizzle
Has turn into a
Hurricane

That the pain in
Your heart
Has awoken
Thought you
Had fixed what was
Broken

But it seems to be there
That blank stare
In you mind
Like don't know who you
Are

Emotional bruises and scars
As if every fear you have ever
Feared
Has come true
You are no longer
Shiny and new
You are broken

You are a token
Of someone else's
Gratitude

You feel used and lost
Like your thoughts
Are no longer yours
Like living is a chore

And you don't even want
Your allowance
Cause who wants to live this
Way

Living each day as if
You want to kill yourself
With anything and
Everything you could get your hands
On
  
Like your a fuse that's about
To break at any moment
That you're just a component
In other peoples lives

Like a piece of furniture
Disregarded on the side of the road
And no matter how many times they say they love
You it will never be enough

Because all this stuff is bringing you
Down
You feel as if no one wants you around
Or even cares

Getting stares in the hallways
Cause of swollen eyes
Telling lies "I'm just tired"
How can you live with yourself
You put your heart and the highest
Shelf that you were the only one
Who couldn't reach it

How can you teach someone
What they are worth
When since birth they've felt nothing but
Alone despite a loving family

You can't
And you won't
Because the stigma
Is holding you back from saying
Something that could save someone's
Life

As they hold they the knife
You contemplate
And think " it would be awkward "
Maybe it only takes one word or a look

But it's too late
She already took her life

Cause you felt embarrassed
Or awkward or weird

Cause those emotions had a
Greater voltage
Than the voices inside her head screaming
"KILL YOURSELF"

And now ask yourself

Would it have been
Worth it?